Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the poor cashier girls having to clean up the filthy miss I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to wal... out of the store, the ordeal not yet over as I had to leave with the stolen dress.I opened the door and began making my way out of the store, gingerly placing my damp old clothes on a display table. A gasp of surprise, followed by a loud exclamation of “ewww!” Sounded behind me as one of the store’s cashiers opened the door to the changing room. Something was wrong. He looked at the girl, and found himself staring straight into her eyes - somehow, he was shorter! And he saw long hair in his peripheral vision. He gasped, and Brandy laughed again. In answer to his unspoken question, she pushed the shower door open and tugged Dave to the mirror. A gasp died in his throat as he saw - he was turning into a bimbo! A big-titted, blond-haired bimbo! Just like... He started to curse. And then it hit him. The need. The uncontrollable, burning. Actually, I noticed, I was only technically dressed. As I yawned, I unbuttoned my shirt, re-aligned it, and buttoned it up again. Vivian, clutching her pre-purchase receipt in both hands, noticed my arousal and smiled brightly. "Hey, you're up!" Yeah," I muttered while I tucked my shirt into my sweatpants. "What time is it?" Almost six," she lied. I groaned and dropped my forehead onto her shoulder. "No, we're almost there!" she protested before pushing me upright. When she let go of me, I. Legs look fine.Turning back to face myself again, I took in my boobs which were the dominant feature, I wear a C-cup bra, and they are firm and well-shaped. I have one of those dark complexions which will tan at the merest sight of the sun but the skin was pale where my bikini had covered me, showing off my almost black aureoles and prominent nipples. My deep blue eyes sparkled back at me, excited about the day. I noted my chubby cheek bones and perky nose and deep brown hair, almost black when.