Damn it is all too small.

"Shit I want to go to that concert." You toss the small size pleated black school girl like pleated skirt back on the rock pissed. "Damn this is stupid there is no way I am going to find anything big enough for me." You ask no one in particular.

"So buy it." You hear a voice say from behind you. Turning you see an old woman you didn't see earlier. "Buy it and anything else for a girl of that size you wish to wear on All Hallows Eve and the magic of the night of witches will make them fit as you desire." She then laughs a shrill laugh and vanishes.

You look around and see no one else even reacts as if only you could see her. "This is crazy." You say again but you can't shake the feeling that she was obviously telling the truth. You grab the skirt, a white short sleeve button up top with open midriff, walk over and grab a small pair of platform 6" chunky heel black ankle boots, a pair of black fishnet stockings, and a tiny white g string. Grabbing a few bottles of black and deep blue makeup at the counter you walk up to pay and see there are two people at the registers and suddenly you are nervous buying this obviously too small items. You don't even realize you are holding your breath as you walk toward the counter and see two people working, the first is a hot black girl wearing a leopard print dress and high sexy heels, and the second, is a huge white dude in leather pants, ripped shirt, and covered in tats.