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Sam strode back and forth, making scribbled notes on a clipboard, pressing one or two strange instruments into my arm, frowning, and making more notes. I just rubbed my still-stinging eyes and pulled the moth-bitten dressing gown she had dug out closer around me. Everything still felt raw and strange, the way my skin felt smoother and softer, the way all my sense of proportion and movement was thrown off by suddenly being shorter - not to mention having a pair of pretty decently sized breasts reminding me they were there every time I took a breath and felt them rub against the wooly fabric.

"You're probably feeling a bit uncomfortable right now, right?"
Sam glanced up from her scattered pile of notes, giving me a look somewhere between apologetic and smirking. She handed me a bottle of water and I gingerly accepted it, my girly hands still strange to move and hold things with.

"Uhm... Yeah, thanks..." I mumbled, and took a gulp. This was actually the first time I'd had Sam pay any attention to me for more than a handful of seconds, and as I watched her fret to and fro it struck me just how pretty she was now that I got a good look at her. Short dark brown hair, slender features behind black-rimmed glasses, a thin but still curved body and a habit for dressing in rather short skirts and rather low-cut tops. I don't know why I was noticing it now of all times, but I suppose it was the most I'd seen of her out from behind that desk of hers.

"All done! So... uh... where to begin, heh." She sighed and sat opposite me, tossing her notes on the scuffed table next to her. "... Right. Uhm, well, first of all, this shop isn't quite what it appears to be on the outside."

"You don't say." I raised an eyebrow and glanced around the room I had been taken to; it was littered with glowing gemstones and bizarre instruments, cages with nothing but smoke swirling around them and even a pair of leather shoes apparently walking themselves in a circle at the other end of the room. This place was entirely the opposite of shop front; every corner was filled to the brim with extremely obviously magical artifacts, all quietly buzzing and ticking and hissing around the room.

"Yeah, well, this is where the real magical artifacts live. Everything out front has been stripped of its enchantments and rendered useless, but they all did at once do something, so they are were technically magical at one point." She pointed at the only normal-looking thing in the room, a plain large book set open on a crooked table a few feet away.

"See that thing? It shows whenever someone wants to buy or sell something from here, and I write back to say if I've got it or what it's worth."

I peered at the large book as minuscule writing grew across its pages like vines, twisting and spiraling around the page, but somehow never crossing each other.

"Now, most of my recent business has been selling a rather new and untested sort of product." She turned back to me and handed a sheet of paper, which appeared to have an anatomical diagram of a human printed on it with scribbly annotations and arrows covering it. "It's a special kind of suit, one that covers the wearer entirely and protects them from harm, while also improving various things like muscle mass or reaction time. They transform and re-arrange the wearer's own body so it'll always fit, and feels exactly like their own real flesh. Some even have rather interesting abilities, like camouflage or extra limbs!"

I looked up at her from the indecipherable diagram, and raised an eyebrow. "...What?"

She held up more of the printed sheets. "It's pretty awesome, right? I've even made plans for stuff like wings, or invisibility suits!"

I just stared at her for a second, still incredulous, while shifting in the chair and feeling my girly body remind me of its presence again.

"...But, uh, yeah. Still haven't fully tested them out, and the people I've sold them to are sworn to report any side-effects or unusual behavior to me straight away. Speaking of which..." she reached behind and pulled out yet more notes, straightening her glasses and crossing her legs.

"One of my customers has reported that the suits get rather... attached, shall we say, to their wearer. In more than one way." Sam grimaced. "They're given strength by the movement and warmth of the wearer, and when they're taken off, they... don't like it very much."

I furrowed my brow. "Like it? You mean, they.. have feelings?"

She shrugged. "I suppose you could say that. They're entirely magical creations, but I suppose even magic itself has a mind of its own, and anything that relies on it will be subject to... 'personality', so to speak. I mean, in all fairness, being devoid of energy will probably feel bad to anyone, something like falling asleep and not knowing when you'll wake up."

"I think I see where you're going with this" I grimaced, and pulled at one of my new cheeks.

She nodded. "I think you do. The suit you're currently wearing was intended to have telekinetic powers, and was modeled after the client, though a good few years younger. I suppose she wanted it to keep herself young forever. The only problem was, putting so much power in such a small, uh, container, meant the suit was almost immediately aggressive and hungry for energy, and even attempted to put me inside it when I finished with it." She shuddered, and pulled a small diamond-shaped stone on a chain out of her pocket.

"This thing, it turns out, managed to repel her long enough for me to throw her in the other room, with some other junk. Here, I'll demonstrate..."

She held out the stone and almost immediately I felt a constricting around my
chest, my neck, around every limb, and instinctively pushed myself back from it.

"Nnnggahhh! Oh yeah it really hates that!" I gasped, as Sam placed the stone in a drawer and jotted down another note.

"So she's been there for a while, a couple of weeks at least, and I didn't know what to do with her. I had to cancel on my client's request, and it was a fair bit of money too, but more importantly the suits needed more testing and modifications before I could guarantee they were ready. That was, until you decided to go poking about my shop!" She pointed an accusatory finger at me.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that." I bit my lip. "I was getting pretty restless waiting at the front..."

Sam just shrugged. "Well, it's done now, and I suppose this could actually turn out to be the right kind of test I need to perfect these suits."

"Test?!" I yanked on my cheek again. "How about we try and get thing thing off me?! I don't wanna be inside this girl's body for who-knows-how-long, and it's still really freaking me out how everything... feels..." I curled up in a ball and clenched my teeth, holding the dressing gown around my knees as if to hide my body from my eyes. But even my eyes were hers, with long eyelashes that I could spot every time I blinked.

"Heheh, that's right, it was probably so uncomfortable when the suit put you inside it because it had a lot of, uh, re-configuring to do to get you to fit in the right places. And those places will feel extremely strange if you've never had them before!" She smirked, slyly adjusting her top to show her cleavage a little better. "Now that I think of it, I've never tested the suits on anyone who it wasn't exactly designed to fit. Despite being the wrong gender, I think it's actually worked perfectly!"

I gave her a withering look. "Oh good. Now, please, how the hell do I get it off?!"

She put a hand on her cheek and frowned, thinking intently. "Now, since this is the most aggressive, clingy, possessive suits I've made, and you said that it actually leapt up and forced itself onto you, I'm guessing it's extremely keen on being worn and not on being taken off." She brandished the notes from beforehand. "And this client had reported his suit being reluctant to come off unless he 'asked' it to, which makes me think that you might have to... well... just wait until it decides to release you."

"Are you serious?!" I sat up, grasping the arms of the chair. "I have to wait until this crazy thing just decides it's not crazy anymore and lets me out?! Isn't there... can't you, y'know, forcibly remove them somehow?!"

"Well, yes, in a way." She gave a weak smile. "It's possible, but it will almost certainly kill one of you, or at the very least make a terrible mess. And I'd rather keep both of you alive, if you don't mind!"

I slumped, feeling helpless. "So now I just have to... wait? For an indefinite amount of time?"

"Pretty much." Sam didn't seem quite as upset as I was. "But hey! Now you can have fun finding out how to live as a girl, and I could even let you come along with me on my field work now that the cat's out the bag about the whole 'magic' thing." She grinned, waving at the random and incredible objects scattered around the room. "I'll bet you're burning with curiosity, aren't you?"

"Hmph. Well, maybe." I crossed my arms, reluctant and still annoyed that she didn't seem to be taking my discomfort seriously. But admittedly, I did still want to know what the hell Sam did when she left the shop for hours at a time.

Sam just smiled and stood up, brushing down her clothes as she did. "Alright, first of all, you'll need new clothes - I see the suit made a bit of a mess of your old uniform, so let's go and pick out something from my collection."

She pulled on my arm and I stood hesitantly, realizing I was now
slightly shorter than her, and we stepped around a towering shelf full of books
towards a wardrobe not unlike the one I had spotted in the room I'd stumbled across earlier. Now that I could get a better look at it, it had very ornate carvings of flowers and plants on the front, and curved golden handles.

"Now this is one of the more interesting things I've managed to pick up from an old contact of mine." She stepped forward, pulled open a door and pointed inside. "See that? In there it's totally black, and nothing I point at it can see inside. But, if I reach inside and think of what I need..." She poked an arm inside, rummaged around for a bit in the total blackness, and pulled out a navy blue beret, which she sat on her head with a smile.

"You just reach in and it will provide what you need, at least to some degree." She closed the door again and turned to face me. "It can be temperamental at times, but if you treat it nice it'll give you most of the regular things you could ask for, like clothing. In fact, the clothing you pull through will be the right size, and I'm still not sure how it works that out, but hey! It's saved me hundreds in buying new clothes!"

I blinked. "What DON'T you have in this place?!"

She just giggled and stepped back around the shelf. "Go on, get yourself something to wear, and I'll finish all my notes over here."

I grimaced and faced the wardrobe, pulling the door open again. There was still total blackness, and I felt sorta stupid reaching into nothing, but I did it anyway and thought "Okay... some... clothes, please."

After pausing for a second, I felt a brushing at my fingertips. I hesitantly reached further in and took hold of it, and pulled gently back out of the wardrobe. In my hand was a pair of lacy black panties and a matching black bra, and I blushed as I held them up. Well, at least these'd be more comfortable than being naked, I mused, and took a quick glance over my shoulder before sliding out of the borrowed dressing gown and pulling the panties over one leg, then another, and sliding them up. The bra came next, and it was a pain trying to get the clasp closed even though it fit just right, but eventually I had it on, covering and supporting my new breasts so they didn't feel quite as uncomfortable as before, but still freaking me out every time I felt them move or shift.

Reaching again into the void, I asked for "something simple and comfortable" and pulled out a white button-up blouse, a black cardigan, and a plaid pleated mini-skirt with it. I frowned and reached back in once more, thinking "I said simple! This is a little too... showy for me right now." The void responded by handing me a black pair of pantyhose and some ballet-style flats, and I grumbled as I pulled the blouse on and buttoned it up. Well, it was still better than nothing, and I pulled the tights on, then undid the skirt, stepped into it and pulled it up to my hips, which I noticed stuck out a bit more than I was used to, but whatever. I was dressed and a little less uncomfortable now, which was something.

I stepped around the corner back towards Sam, wearing the newly summoned clothes, and she turned to look me up and down.

"Ooh, very cute!" She grinned, stood up and walked over to me. I kept blushing like crazy and tensed as she brushed my blouse down and pulled on my skirt. "These are pretty good looking, especially for the first time asking the wardrobe. Let me tell you, it can give you some total rubbish if it's not in a good mood!"

I just stood there and bit my lip, the sensation of the girly clothes still quite awkward and unusual to me. "It still feels... really weird." I murmured.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to your new body eventually. Now, come have a look!" Sam put an arm around my shoulder and led me over to a full-length mirror propped up against one of the shelves, and let me get a proper look at myself.

In the mirror, I saw a girl, about nineteen or so, with shoulder-length blonde hair, delicate features and bright blue eyes. Her soft breasts pushed out against the white shirt she was wearing, and led to a thin waist and round hips. Under her mini-skirt, her pantyhose-clad legs were smooth and sexy, and ended in small, clenched feet. I couldn't help but check myself out, and was lost for at least a minute in staring at this bombshell of a girl in the mirror.

"Wow... uh..." I said breathlessly, still mesmerized by my own hotness.

Sam just giggled in response. "Yeah, I thought you'd react that way."