Some woman you've never seen before.

...only to find that it's a very professional-looking woman you don't know. Pencil skirt pantyhose, high heels, fancy blouse... the works. Her medium-length dark hair is pulled back into a very clean ponytail. She's likely as old as forty but she's in great shape, the kind of woman you'd drool over given the chance.

You open your mouth to complain about the leash and find out who she is but she's already leaned in close to you and whispers, "I wish you'd be a good girl for me and come along quietly."

Your mouth snaps shut as a wave of disorienting sensations float through your mind, dizzying you for a moment. "Okay," you say softly, lowering your hands to your side and waiting for the nice lady to tell you what to do next. She's a good few inches taller than you, you realize, and for some reason that feels perfectly correct.

She stands up straight and steps back to look over you with an amused grin. "My god, look what you've done to yourself." Noticing the poster featuring the woman you'd been wished into, she laughs softly and pulls gently on your leash. "Come on, then."

You feel a strong desire to do what she wants, so your feet move to follow quietly before you even realize what you're doing. Several people point and comment at the scene you're making, and you have to admit it is quite a show. Despite the gorgeous body you'd been wished into, you're still dressed in ill-fitting men's clothing being led by the neck through a mall.

"Don't look at them," the woman says, "look at my shoes." Her tone is firm and even though it wasn't a wish, you still feel compelled to do as she says. Like a good girl.

You lose your sense of direction as you follow the leash, eyes lowered to the floor, but soon you pass from the main corridor into a small shop with strangely familiar carpet. She leads you into the back of the store, pushing you gently into the corner. "You are in time out. Stay here."

You stand sullenly in the corner, like a scolded child, and you hear her laugh softly. "I never thought anyone would be stupid enough to put the collar on themself! Do you realize what you've done to yourself?" She seems very amused by the whole situation. "Stay put, princess, and we'll sort this out when I get back."

Hanging her end of the leash on a small hook on the wall, she walks away, leaving you all alone. When you finally feel brave enough to look around you realize you're back in the strange shop where you first found the collar. This woman must be or work for the owner, and that means she knows how the collar works... and also, apparently, that you stole it.

You're probably in a lot of trouble.