Changes at the Department Store

Right past the mall entrance is the entrance to the Macy's. You take a quick left and walk into the department store. The women's casual clothing department is right at the entrance, and you can't help but grin at the standard headless female mannequins all wearing tiny, low-cut tops and short skirts, not to mention the ubiquitous high-heeled shoes.

You walk past rack after rack of revealing outfits and eventually arrive at the lingerie department. Things here don't seem to have changed, in spite of your use of power to alter outerwear. You look around, and with a quick thought, you eliminate plain cotton women's underwear -- before your eyes, a display of plastic-bagged Hanes and Fruit of the Loom panty multipacks turns into a rack holding colorful matching Lycra bra-and-thong sets.

You start imagining some of the Hooters girls from earlier in these skimpy undergarments, but you're distracted by the makeup counter across the aisle. A cute brunette Macy's clerk appears to be doing a makeover on a woman -- she's got several makeup items arranged on the counter next to her and is currently putting a little bit of blush on the woman's cheeks. You walk a little bit closer, and realize when the clerk briefly looks up that she's not quite as cute as you thought, what with some lines obvious around her eyes and mouth. That's easy enough to fix for you; you watch her physical age decrease until she looks 18 again. This has the pleasant side effect, you notice, of making her breasts perkier. You can't help but notice that, under her sleeveless white blouse, she's wearing a dark-colored bra, black or maybe navy blue to match her small blazer.

The clerk starts brushing some color onto the back of the woman's hand -- not that you know much about makeup, but you guess the idea is to try to see what shades would look good on the woman. You think about how this woman is going to just wash the makeup off her face before she goes to bed tonight, and then she's going to have to put makeup on again tomorrow, and on and on. So, with a quick thought from you, women's faces now appear to be permanently made up -- and what flashed across your mind was the way women look in porn movies.

The makeup counter has disappeared along with the woman who was getting a makeover, but the brunette clerk is standing in the middle of what's now an expanded lingerie department looking confusedly in various directions.

You stride over to her. She practically looks like a porn star, you realize, given her youthened features and her dark eye shadow, long black eyelashes, and glossy lips. As she sees you, her saleswoman training takes over from the confusion, and she says, "May I help you, sir?"

"Yes, of course," you answer -- her name tag reads "Nicole," but that doesn't seem quite appropriate now, so you change it to read "Nikki," which also changes her driver's license, credit cards, and everything going back to her birth certificate. "Nikki, you can definitely help me."