I was on vacation in San Francisco and just walking around town and taking in the sites. I walked past a clothing store that had an odd name ‘Everything Fits’. I stopped in front of it and saw there was a sign hanging in the window ‘Everything in this store is guaranteed to fit you’ so curious, I opened the door and went in.

The store was really just a cavernous single room; clothes were everywhere. They were hung along the walls and stacked on tables and the floor. I took a cautious step inside but I didn’t hear or see anyone working there. Compelled to look around though, I began to browse. There looked to be something for every size and age possible in this cluttered space. The pile closest to the door was for infants and newborns and scanning left, I saw boys clothes going from toddler and on up through obvious teen styles to college uniforms and sweatshirts followed by a variety of sizes and styles of men’s clothes up to a tuxedo.
I shook my head momentarily and looked to the right. There were girls’ clothes in all kids and teen sizes and fashions, followed by jeans and skirts. Then there were sports uniforms and a cheerleader outfit. There were Goth black clothes next to miniskirts and bikinis. I looked down and saw piles of shoes from flip flops to sneakers, thick boots, thigh high boots and every type of heel imaginable. Dresses dotted the walls along with various tops and sweaters; I even saw a few old lady dresses tucked in there as well.
I thought about the name and sign out front that everything was guaranteed to fit and I thought to myself “What should I try on?”

“Welcome to my shop” I heard a female voice say behind me.

“Oh…Hello” I said spinning around to face her, a bit surprised. “I didn’t see you when I came in”

She just smiled: She was a short lady in her late 50’s with brownish gray hair pulled up into a bun.

“So how does this work?” I asked “There’s no way that everything is guaranteed to fit me in here” I said in a skeptical tone.

“Oh, I beg to differ sir…everything here is guaranteed to fit you.”

“Baby clothes?” I said with a lift of an eyebrow.

“If that’s your thing…than yes” she replied as a matter of fact. “If you try it on; it will fit. But you only get three previews; then you will have to make your final selection”

I was confused but curious. ”But what if it doesn’t fit?”

“It will fit” she reassured me “Really…try anything”

I continued to look in the ladies department to see if I could fool her; as there was no way that some of these clothes would fit me. I thought I would go straight to the little black dress and strappy heels but something about the Goth girl outfit drew me in. It was all hanging together; black skirt, black tank top, black zip up hoodie, black panties, black bra…rather small, fishnet hose and sitting beneath them, a pair of chunky black boots.

I carried them all into the small dressing room in the back “Now how is this going to work” I mumbled to myself “Guaranteed to fit my ass”

I stripped down and picked up the panties and bra. I put them on and they fit my body fairly poorly. I sat down and slid the fishnets up my hairy, bulky legs. I was surprised when they reached my waist but I was a bit disappointed in the overall look. But I continued on as I stepped into the skirt and zipped up the chunky zipper on the side. I pulled on the bra and hooked it across my back. It was only a 34B but somehow it fit around my hairy flat chest. I slipped the black top over my head and pulled the hoodie up onto my shoulders.

The boots were only a women’s size 8 and I wear a men’s size 13 so I knew I had it beaten then; but my feet slid into the boots and I zipped and buckled up the sides. I looked in the dressing room mirror and was very confused. The clothes did fit somehow, but they didn’t fit well or right. I shoved my hands into the pockets of the jacket and felt a pair of glasses in there. I pulled them out and of course they were a heavy black plastic frame. I put them onto my face and I felt a pinch behind my eyes.

The next sensation I had was of my body shrinking and contracting inward. I put my hands up before my face and watched as they became smaller and paler. My fingernails were not long, but black nail polish now topped off each one. I could feel my arms change beneath the sleeves of the coat and I pulled my chin down to see my chest change. My skin turned a very milky white and small breasts grew out and filled in the bra cups. My hand ran down to my stomach and I could feel a definite softness there now. My hips widened beneath the skirt and my ass filled in more than I was expecting. The weight felt real and definite in my rear and my hands swung down and grasped the new soft flesh there. I stuck my right leg out and watched as my legs changed below the fishnet stockings. My thighs filled out and rounded off. My thighs came together and touched as I felt the panties pull upward in the front. My mind knew what my hand would find as it patted the now flat front beneath the skirt.

I moved my hand over my leg and picked the stockings away from my knee briefly before letting it go and feeling them snap into place above the boots. I tried to wiggle my toes in the ends of the boots but I couldn’t see any movement beneath the thick leather.

I turned to face the mirror. As I took in the face before me, I felt that it strangely fit me. I had black hair that was down to my shoulders with a single purple streak in it.

My face had absolutely no make-up on it and I saw a rather small and pale female face. Brown eyes stood out behind the glasses along with a small nose, round cheeks and a slight round chin. I stood about 5’3” and was a bit pudgy in places…I looked like an average Goth girl. No supermodel version of Goth; my stomach was too soft, my thighs and ass were a bit too large and my chest was a bit too small for the runway…I looked like anyone you would see in the real world. I watched in awe as holes appeared in my ears as they were now pierced several times over. A similar divot appeared in my nose and I felt a slight pinch in my belly button as it too gained a piercing hole.

“Holy Shit” I said in a voice that matched my gender. My hand reached out slowly toward the mirror in disbelief “I’m a…woman”

I opened the dressing room door and took a shaky step out into the main area, scanning the room with wide eyes for the woman who worked there.

“Oh that’s a good look for you” she said approaching me. “I didn’t really take you for the Goth type…but it works for you I think”

“What just happened!?” I asked her “What happened to me?”

She cocked her head as if nothing was out of the ordinary “I told you that everything was guaranteed to fit and see for yourself…it does”

“But I’m a…”

“How else would those clothes fit you?” she asked me seemingly puzzled by my disorientation.

I had been quite a bit taller than the shopkeeper in my original body, but in this body, she was a few inches taller than me. I took another cautious step; still finding my footing and my balance in this female body. “Uh…so, whatever clothes I pick…my body will fit them” I asked.

“That’s how it works” she replied as she stacked clothes up on a table behind me.
“So if I pick out an outfit to buy and I walk out of here…”

She turned and with a smile on her face said “When you walk out of here, there are no returns. You make your selection and your choice. Everything fits.”

I stood quite still in the middle of the room. I was getting a bit warm with the jacket on but I contemplated what she meant. As I let my mind calm down and clear, things became clearer to me. In this body, I was Hailey Waters; a 23 year old grad student. I looked down at my body again and my hands probed gently at my flesh. I ran a hand over the stockings and felt my leg beneath it. My left hand lingered at my waist and stomach while my right worked its way up my chest before rubbing along my jaw.

My fingers then rubbed my earlobes, feeling the dimples under them. I walked a few steps over to a mirror and looked at my face again. Blinking and gently nodding left and right, I was starting to feel comfortable here as Hailey.

“You have two more previews if you wish to use them” she said behind me.

Her voice brought me back to reality. I blushed a bit and began to scan the piles of clothes again.

My mind really pondered the potential of the maternity pants and blouse and what that would mean, but I decided to pass on those. The men’s and children’s sections didn’t interest me at all. I thought “what the heck” as I pulled a black cocktail dress down and picked up the clutch purse and open toed high heel strappy shoes that went with them and I went back into the dressing room.

As I undressed as Hailey Waters, I paused as I saw parts of that body that had been covered up by the clothing. I ran my fingers between my cute toes and pondered my fully naked body for a long moment. When I removed the glasses, I returned to my male form. I grew back to my original height and weight, regaining my penis and losing breasts as I went. Now very naked and very male, I took a deep breath and stepped in the slinky little black dress.

I worked it up onto my narrow hips and noticed it stopped above my knees. Nothing filled the front out as I slipped my shoulders under the spaghetti straps. I slipped my bulky male feet into the heels and opening the purse I saw a chunky gold bracelet that I pulled out and slipped over my hand and onto my left wrist.

The bracelet was the trigger this time and I began to shrink again, but not nearly as much as the last time. I only lost about 3 inches in height and stopped at 5’9”. Out of my peripheral vision I saw blonde hair growing longer and longer; first brushing over my shoulders and I felt its softness across my back.

I felt my shoulders pull inward and watched as my arms smoothed out but still maintained a long look to them. My hands narrowed and French tips appeared on my manicured nails.
As I looked down, my mouth opened in astonishment as my breasts grew larger and larger. I not only filled out the dress, I pushed it to capacity. 44D breasts that were firm and perky were now mine and my hands went to them, squeezing them and sensing their suppleness.

My stomach came in perfectly flat and my waist shrunk in. My hips flared out along with my ass, but not too much. I watched in equal wonder as my legs changed into long trim and toned female legs. My penis disappeared along the way leaving behind its flat female counterpart. It all ended as my feet shrank in the heels and I watched as French tips now appeared on my pedicured toes.

I spun to the mirror and was absolutely stunned at the face looking back at me. The long blonde hair offset a pair of bright blue eyes. Pouty seductive lips and high cheekbones completed a face that was model perfect. “Oh My God…I’m gorgeous” I said in a higher pitched voice.

As my mind gathered itself I knew that in this body my name was Christina Stone. I was 26 and I was a model as well as a dancer and I had even done some acting.

I walked much more confidently out into the main store area. I flipped my long blonde hair back off my shoulders and adjusted my dress along my lithe thighs. I adjusted my top, jiggling those perfect assets flawlessly.

“How do I look?” I asked innocently enough.

“Like you could be Miss America” the shopkeeper responded. “This would fit you too”

I smiled a wide smile, flashing straight white teeth. “So different than the last one” I said adjusting my shoulders, feeling this body move.

“That it is” she said without breaking her folding but smiling none the less.

I sauntered and sashayed back and forth, working my hips and breasts, admiring my legs and boobs.

I caught myself staring into the mirror as Christina, my hands running up and down my body.

“One preview left…” she said snapping me back to reality.

With a smirk, I began to browse again, fingers flipping through the assembled women’s clothes. Knowing that this would be my last chance to preview something I asked “So how does this work exactly?”

“After you select your final preview, you have to change back into yourself one last time. At that point you can leave in your original body, choose one of your three previews or choose a fourth outfit, but if you put on do that, there is no going back to a different choice”

I looked at her and understood. I took my time but I was done to three choices: A tennis outfit, an outfit with denim shorts, tank top and flannel shirt that came with cowboy boots and hat and a simple white blouse and black skirt combo. “One choice out of three to see…” I said in my Christina voice.

Finally I took the blouse and skirt along with a pair of heels with an ankle strap back with me into the dressing room.

I stripped off the cocktail dress and admired this fantastic body nude while admitting to myself what would come with having a body like this.

I slid the bracelet off and returned to my original body once again. I was disappointed to be back; I was enjoying the thought of becoming a woman: but which one.

I slipped the nude colored panties up my legs and brought the black skirt up next, zipping it in the back. I put my arms through the white bra straps and fastened it behind me before flipping the blouse up onto my shoulders and easing my arms down the sleeves. I buttoned it up and slipped my feet into the heels and knelt down to fasten the ankle straps around my pale hairy ankles.

In the pocket of the skirt I found the trigger; a lanyard with an electronic sensor on the end that read Hillside Elementary school:  Miss Beth Rivers: 1st Grade Teacher.
“I see where this one is going…teacher, huh” I said as I brought the lanyard around my neck and felt myself begin to shrink a third time.

This time I dropped down to 5’6”, right in between the other two choices and light brown hair came rolling down over my shoulders.  My hands came to my chest as 36C breasts filled into my bra. My arms pulled up beneath the sleeves and short nails topped off my small fingers.

My shirt pulled in with my stomach and waist as my skirt adjusted to my changing legs. My hips and rear grew out once more and my legs once again smoothed out and rounded off. My penis retreated inward and I was very happy at that fact; being a woman was getting more and more appealing by the minute. The black skirt came to my knees and I watched my calves trim up and my ankle straps adjust themselves to my changing feet. My feet shrank and changed beneath the soft leather shoe, taking on a female shape and size.

I turned to the mirror and was greeted by a very cute and enthusiastic face. My green eyes were wide and intense. My nose was long and thin, my lips were full and a bright smile lit up my face. My cheeks were full and round with deep dimples. My light brown hair hung freely, covering my ears and brushing my shoulders, but I knew that Beth usually kept it pulled back. “Wow…cute” my voice also sounded very upbeat and enthusiastic; perky and happy.

I exited the dressing room and saw the shopkeeper smiling at me. “So what do you think?”

“I like this one too” I said craning my head around trying to take in a full view of myself from the top. My hands went up and down, feeling various body parts, seemingly at random.

I walked around the shop and didn’t know what I would do for my final choice. I did know that I would be picking from my three previews. There was no way I would walk out of this store with my old body and I wasn’t willing to make a blind final choice. My three choices all had benefits and drawbacks; just like any life and body does. Somehow all three felt comfortable to me even though they were different enough from each other. I knew I could make a go of it in any of these three bodies.

I took several trips around the store in Beth’s body and kept admiring her cheerful face. I slowly went back into the dressing room and removed Beth’s clothing so I could turn back and make my final decision.

I left the lanyard on and checked out the details of Beth. I took off the lanyard and returned to my original body for the last time. I looked over the three outfits in front of me and in a moment of clarity I knew my decision.

I reached for the trigger item first and put it on…