She should go get stuff from multiple stores.

Her idea is to go to several stores around the mall and get you an entire outfit, then come back here and sell the entire thing to you all at once so your style is more clearly defined. You agree, give her all the cash in your pocket, and now sit in her break room watching a game show waiting for her return. A bit of time passes and you discover a little fridge with a nice bottle of flavored sparkling water. Not your normal drink, but it tastes fine. A bit more time passes and an odd thing happens. Your shoe falls off. You had your feet up on a box and when you shift, your pants riding up your crack a bit, and plop. Right on the floor. “What the?” You look at the shoe. It’s normal. “Huh. How?”

Standing up another odd event you can’t ignore, your pants, and underwear just plop on the floor. “The fuck?” You look down, your pants look huge. “Oh that is weird.” Staring you see something else, your legs are not only much deeper tanned, but smooth and hairless. “Oh shit. I’m actually turning into a girl.” You don’t feel different, really, but your clothes are just growing around you, or more obviously, you are shrinking. “Oh, I need a mirror.” You don’t see one but you start looking, your t-shirt now an ill fitting dress. Plus the fabric just seems to be scratchier than you remember. You know there are all sorts of mirrors out in the shop and you are in a storeroom, clearly in all these boxes you could find something you could just put on for now. A wave of foul smelling fumes assail your nose, “Ugh, I can’t wear this stinky shirt another second.” You toss it on the floor. Your long hair gets tangled up in it as you do. You grab at it. Your hair falls to just below your shoulders. You pull it in front, blonde, wispy, you pull it back and quickly tie it into a loose bun. “Wait, how did I know how?” You glance down. Perky nipples stand at attention on your chest. “I’m not a girl I’m just a skinny guy.” You say with a laugh.

“Wait.” Your hand slowly descends across washboard abs, pausing briefly at a little bangle in your navel. “Am I a girl?” You ask quietly as your fingers feel lower, skin so smooth, and you find…