You pocket the tarot card that you pulled and realize that you can’t be seen like this. If the store owner caught you with the tarot card you could be arrested for shoplifting. And you would look terrible in an orange jumpsuit.
You leave the shop and head into the mall proper. You realize that you can’t think straight with these baggy clothes, you need something tighter that won’t risk your tits falling out.
You walk up to the department store to find yourself right in front of your nightmare/dream. Directly ahead of you is the makeup and jewelry kiosks. To the left and right are the Women’s section.
“Oh my God, why is the men’s section always in back of the store?” You mutter to yourself. A tingle of anticipation hits the back of your mind as you look at all the cute outfits nearby.
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