In your room.

When you awake that morning, you are shocked to find yourself in your bedroom. You don’t remember coming home let alone leaving the store. Did you just dream last night? As you sit up and look around your room you find some of the clothes you bought from last night draped over the back of your chair at the computer desk. So no, you didn’t dream last night, at least the part where you went shopping with your friends. As you sit up further and the sheets fall off of your body, you are stunned to find your pink nipples staring right back at you. Quickly you cover your breasts with the sheets. You did not sleep in the nude; even after you masturbate you did not sleep in the nude.

As you look around to see where your clothes might have gone you hear a soft giggle in your ear. Suddenly a pink slime forms around your skin, or rather from your skin. It appeared that whatever made love to you back in the store has the ability to change its color and texture. It must have matched your own skin tone and walked you right out of the store, hopefully not in the nude but how did it know where you lived? Maybe you could ask it after it finished reforming as it was changing into a more humanoid form just above you.