Andrew's clothes are ruined

Andrew left the salon in a panic, not sure exactly what to do now. He kept getting flashes of his reflection in the windows, a beautiful girl in distress. He was so distracted that it was only a matter of time before her crashed into someone. Andrew stumbles into a woman holding a tray of bottles that end up getting tossed into the air as they both hit the ground. The bottles followed, braking on contact with Andrew's body.

“Oh, no. Are you okay?” the woman called out,

Andrew just remained there, not moving as he felt wetness spread through his clothes. The woman asked again as the fumes entered his nose, causing him to cough as it burned going down. The woman pulled him up and dragged into into another shop.

“Hurry, get in here and take those clothes off quick,” she said in growing fear, shoving him into a changing stall.

Andrew's skin started to tingle and warm up, forcing him to disrobe. Quickly he tossed everything off, suddenly very afraid of what was happening.

“Toss them here. I need to get you something,” quick!” she shouted.

Andrew was beyond protesting and handed his clothes over. She took them and ran leaving Andrew naked and tingling. He started to worry but she did return eventually and tossed over a water bottle and a towel.

“Wash yourself off before it burns,” she told him.

Andrew used the water and washed his skin. It cut the warm sensation but he was distressed to find that his body hair being rubbed off. Soon he was he was standing there, skin smooth and soft.

“Here, put these on,” the woman said as she handed a bundle of clothes and shoes over to him.