Amy sat behind the counter, drumming her fingers atop its surface. It was her first day working at this place that she could swear hadn't existed a week ago, and frankly, she wasn't sure why anyone would buy or rent anything from this place, if they'd even believe what its owner's claims.

Amy herself didn't know what to make of the sign she saw in the window two days prior. "Transformed People and People Transforming! Buy or rent top quality items or become one yourself!" it read in a large red font. Amy, however, was far more interested in the smaller "Help Wanted" sign in the corner of the window. She found the store's odd theme silly, if a bit off-putting, but so long as they handed her a paycheck, she didn't really mind.

As she walked through the door, she took moment to observe her surroundings. Most of the store was full of clothing, but there were also small sections for cosmetics, art, household items, and... what could only be described as "miscellaneous". There was also a beaded door separating off another section of the store, but she didn't need to peek to have a good guess at its contents. The store looked almost normal, save for the crystals and runes decorating the place. Still, she imagined she'd get used to the décor fairly quickly once she started working here.

Amy approached the counter, behind which a tall figure sat, thumbing through what looked like a magazine with a blank cover. As soon as she arrived, the person put down their reading material and smiled up at Amy. They were certainly dressed suitably for this place, wearing a black dress with equally black makeup, topped with a pointy hat. "Welcome," they spoke. "What can I assist you with today?"

"I saw the sign outside - the 'Help Wanted' one I mean - and I was hoping to apply to work here."

The shopkeeper shot to their feet instantly and stared at Amy intensely. She was so startled that she almost tumbled backwards, but she managed to hold her ground. After several seconds, a gentler look crossed the tall person's face. "Very well," they said. "You may start Monday."

Amy was taken aback. "Really? I mean, I'm grateful, but just like that? No interview or anything."

They brushed off her question with the flick of the wrist. "No need. I've already gleamed everything I need to know. You'll fit in quite well around here, Amy."

Amy looked visually shocked at this. She hadn't given her name. However, before she could ask about this, the store owner had already resumed speaking.

"Well, then, if a customer is looking for something specific, help them find it. If a customer is looking to become something specific, bring them in the back to me. If one wants to become something but doesn't know what, use one of the random wands in the bucket under the desk. I know it sounds odd, but it's surprisingly common. Oh, and make sure to attach the appropriate length focus. We wouldn't want someone who came in for a weekend to be stuck for a full year."

Amy barely held back rolling her eyes at this. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but she assumed it was some role-play thing. Whatever, she would play along so long as she got payed.

"If a customer ever wants to rent you, come find me. Of course, you're never obligated to accept a customer's request for that, but I do offer a fairly sizable bonus if you do."

For a moment, Amy felt uncomfortable with this. What the heck did they mean by "rent her." She shook it off. It was optional. Whatever it meant, she'd decline if someone asked.

"If anyone ever offers to buy you, well, you can accept, but of course, I wouldn't have a way to pay you for it."

Yeah, okay, whatever.

"Now then, anything else I think you can pick up on the job. So let's get you your uniform -" they paused to chuckle at a thought Amy was sure she wasn't expressing outwardly. "Of course, I don't have to wear one. Perks of owning the place. Now then," they turned their head towards a door behind the counter. "Claire! Julie! Come out here. We've found our new cashier!"

Two excited women ran out of the back room. Amy was flabbergasted. They were both completely naked, and the shopkeeper was acting like the was the most normal thing in the world. She had little time to think about this, however, as the owner started to mumble what sounded like gibberish and the pair started to glow green. Amy stood mouth agape as she watched two of the most ecstatic facial expressions she'd ever seen fold into their bodies.

The two of them shrank into themselves, becoming thinner and thinner. The one on the left's, Claire's, arms began to fold into themselves. Her legs came up and disappeared into her torso. Faint markings began to appear on her chest. Julie, meanwhile, had folded entirely into her hips. The her new form seemed almost non-descript, yet simplistically intricate.

Finally, a t-shirt with the store's logo on it and a short, black skirt fell into the tall person's hands. Without even taking a moment to look them over, they handed them to Amy.

"There, come in wearing these two. Looking forward to working with you!" They immediately fell back onto their stool and resumed reading their odd magazine.

Amy stood there for a few minutes, completely stunned, trying to figure out if she should ask something, run away screaming, anything! Eventually, she settled on just slowly leaving the store.

"By the way," a voice called from behind, "you should probably have something to call me by. Names are often unnecessary and...something of a burden to people in positions like mine, so let's just go with The Owner."

Amy had spent the next day processing everything that had happened. As she stared at the women-turned-uniform, she considered pretending that the whole thing had never happened. Then again, maybe The Owner would track her down and take revenge for taking this uniform and ghosting. Perhaps she could simply return it and apologize? They were certainly odd, but they didn't strike Amy as a malicious person.

However, while she thought about this, another feeling crept through her mind: curiosity. She wondered why anyone would want this for themself, and what it must feel like. She wondered why anyone would even want something that used to be a person.  Well, she could get a hint at one of these questions fairly easily, she supposed.

After a lot of hesitation, she stripped down to her underwear, holding the woman-turned-shirt in her hands. She couldn't remember: was this one Julie or Claire? Well, she supposed it didn't really matter now. Amy slipped the shirt over her chest. Without nearly as much waiting, she followed this up by grabbing the skirt off her bed and sliding it on as well.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Amy stared at herself in this new outfit. She couldn't believe how good she looked. It was such a basic uniform, and yet, somehow it flattered her perfectly. However, that wasn't the important part. These clothes were just...so nice to wear. They were so comfortable and almost warm. Despite not starting until the next day, Amy spent the rest of the evening in that uniform. She kept wondering how Julie and Claire must feel, but she shook off the thought, at least, for the time being.

By the time morning had rolled around, Amy had resolved herself to at least try working the new job. When she arrived, The Owner gave her very little instruction, leading her behind the counter and then disappearing into the back room. Thus began Amy's first day on the job.

Now, Amy waited, wondering if any customers would enter this bizzare store. Despite the magical nature of the place, it quickly grew boring. It being her first day, she didn't feel like she should be staring at her phone or goofing off, so she kept staring ahead and drumming her fingers for what felt like hours.

Eventually, a chime sounded through the shop as the door creaked open. Amy's boredom immediately faded to make way for anxiety. She wasn't sure what exactly she should do or what kind of person was about to enter the store.

As suddenly as they entered, a couple began waking straight towards the counter, holding hands. They couldn't have looked more mismatched. One was short - no more than 5' 2" - dressed in a frilly, pastel pink dress, almost dragging the much taller woman behind her. She was well over 6', dressed in athletic wear that showcased her impressive - and extremely hot - physique. Given the nature of this place, there were really only a few things they could be here for, but still, Amy wondered why anyone would be here.

"Hi," chirped the short woman, looking up at Amy with the world's friendliest smile on her face. "I'm Lucy." She tugged on the arm of the woman accompanying here. "This here is Mae."

Now that the duo had gotten a little closer, Amy could see just how visibly embarrassed this woman named Mae was. She was blushing quite intensely and pointedly avoiding eye contact.

Although for assuredly different reasons, Amy also had to fight to keep her composure. "Hello, welcome! I'm Amy, what can I help you with today?" She spoke with what she hoped was a convincing professional voice.

"Mae here would like to spend a day as my little frilly pink bra, wouldn't you dear?" A delighted grin was plastered over Lucy's face as Mae mumbled something inaudible into her hands. "Oh I'm sorry," Lucy corrected herself, "it seems she wants to spend a full week like that. Are you sure only a week? How about a full month?"

Mae buried her face deeper and deeper into her hands, making no discernable noise, but eventually giving a small nod.

"Oh wow, you must really want to be my tiny little possession, huh? So small and cute, tensly stretched across my breasts? Completely at my mercy as nothing more than my clothing?" Lucy teased before abruptly changing her tone, seemingly remembering that this was perhaps an inappropriate conversation to be having in front of a stranger. "Anyway, yes, we'd like to have Mae spend one month as my bra."

Amy was stunned, but not so much that she couldn't manage a "please follow me" before leading the couple into the back room. Upon entering, Amy realized that this was the first time she'd been in here, but this is more or less what she'd expected. There were runes, crystals, and books scattered all over the place haphazardly. The only thing that looked like it was almost from this century was a very old computer The Owner was sat staring at. The only area free of clutter was the glowing green circle in the center of the room. From seeing her uniform's transformation, she knew that this was completely unnecessary for a transformation, but maybe it was a visual touch for the customers sake.

"This woman, Mae, wants-" Amy started before being swiftly cut off.

"I am aware, dear." The Owner stated calmly. " They looked Mae in the eyes. "You, stand here, and remove your clothes."

As Mae obeyed, Amy started back towards the front, before The Owner spoke again. "Oh, Amy, please stay and watch. I would like you to eventually learn how to do this in order to pick up more of the work down the line."

Amy turned spun around and did as she was asked. She was a little visibly uncomfortable. No doubt it was partially because of what she was about to witness, but more than that, she was flustered by how hot the naked large woman before her was. Seeming to pick up on this, The Owner chuckled, but said nothing aloud.

A bright pink glow enveloped Mae as she was pulled off the ground. No, pulled off the ground was wrong. She was staying exactly where she was, but her body was shrinking, being pulled into her own chest. First her arms and legs, followed by her torso. Her skin began to take on an unnaturally pink tone as she grew smaller. Soon, there was nothing left but her chest, which began hollowing out from the center. Then, there was nothing left but a bra, the size of her own chest.

Of course, this would be far too big for the petite woman meant to wear it, so one final adjustment was made. The bra began to shrink, smaller and smaller, until it looked to be exactly Lucy's size. The glowing stopped as the bra once known as Mae began to gingerly float to the ground before The Owner gently caught it.

They handed the bra to a very happy-looking Lucy. "Make sure to wash her on gentle, hang dry, and take her off before this wears off next month. Amy will see you out, yes?"

Amy silently nodded, and began walking a practically skipping Lucy back towards the front. She wasn't quite sure why The Owner had wanted her to watch that. It didn't seem like seeing the transformation occurred would teach her anything, and yet, somehow, she felt like she'd understood how the magic worked. On some level and in a way she couldn't explain, at any rate. There was just something intuitive about the process.

"Thank you, Amy!" Lucy practically sung as they arrived in the front, shoving Mae into her bright blue purse and dancing out the door. As Amy waved goodbye, she shook off the thought. There was no way she'd pick up anything so arcane just by looking at it, and she wasn't even sure if she wanted to be able to do the in the first place.

Amy returned to the stool behind the counter, realizing how quickly she was getting used to something so bizarre. At least that meant she'd probably be able to stick this job out. She stared at the door, wondering who else, if anyone, would come in.