"You might need a new jumper, as well"

"What?" Sandry looked down, and saw her breasts, clad in an immodest white lacy bra. "Oh!" Her jumper was reduced to just the collar and shoulders, and a length of wool hung from it and trailed out the door and up the street somewhere, to wherever it had snagged and begun to unravel. "Looks like I need a new top, as well." Sandry blushed, clapping a hand over her chest.

"I'm not sure what we have in your size." The shopkeeper replied, "There isn't a lot of stock in at the moment."