I was walking home a different route that day; there had been a water main break that had closed down a road. I had only lived in San Francisco for a few months and I had never been down this particular street before. As I was walking I saw a woman dressed in Goth clothes step out of a store. I don’t think I would have even realized the store was there if not for her.

I stopped to let her cross in front of me and I noticed that she looked pretty happy for a Goth chick. She gave me a shy smile and a nod as she walked in front of me and away down the street. Since I was stopped in front of it, I read the sign ‘Everything Fits’ with a shrug. I walked down the street still heading home, but something about that store intrigued me.

Over the next few days I didn’t really think about the place but while bored on Saturday afternoon and still exploring the area, I stumbled back across it.

The sign in the window read ‘Everything in this store is guaranteed to fit you’ so I opened the door and stepped in.

The store was just one big room filled with every style and size known to man it seemed. I looked around and turned in a circle trying to take it all in.

A small woman who appeared to be in her late 50’s with gray brown hair pulled up into a bun was now standing by the door. “Would you like to try something on?” she asked.

“Oh…Uh…I don’t know” I replied. “I just moved into the neighborhood not too long ago and I was just peeking in to see what was in here” I said a bit nervously.

“No need to be shy or anxious” she said calmly. “Look around for a while…I’m never very busy; but everyone who shops here leaves quite satisfied” she said.

“I guess the everything fits guarantee made me curious…you see…being 6’7” means I’ve never found much to fit me” I said looking down at the lady.

She gave me a sly smile from the corner of her mouth along with a slight twist of her head and a knowing glance and said “I do stand behind my guarantee 100%”

I did browse around as she arranged various items around me. I went to the men’s section and it was an interesting variety of clothes for a secondhand store. I noticed first that everything came as a complete outfit, all the way down to underwear. I also noticed that there were very distinct outfits available; an entire football uniform with every pad. I shook my head at the quality of some of the outfits…there was a Dior Suit with a Rolex in the pocket.

“Feel free to wander around sir…you don’t have to stay in the men’s department” she said without looking up.

I didn’t reply but I saw the sign in the window once again and as the shopkeeper ducked into a side door, leaving me alone in the shop; I made my way to the ladies’ clothes.
I flipped through the assorted items and thought “What if these could fit me? That would be awesome…I am so tired of sticking out like a damned giraffe…I wish…” I was thinking and never heard or saw the shop keeper return but suddenly she was there before me. I jumped a bit in surprise.

She gave me a very kind and understanding look and said “Why don’t you pick something out and try it on…try out the guarantee. I promise you won’t be disappointed”

I blinked and looked at her very confused but she kept her gaze looked with mine. As I stared into her eyes, I got a feeling that everything would fit; no matter what I picked out. I smiled briefly as I turned and picked out a strapless white sundress and a pair of strappy white sandals; that also came with a pair of simple white cotton panties, a light yellow colored sweater and a gold necklace with a butterfly on the bottom.

“Go on” was all she said as I walked past her and into the dressing room.

I closed the door behind me and laid the clothes out on a bench that was in the room. I stepped out of my size 14 sneakers and pulled my socks off. “I can’t believe I’m in a dressing room about to try on women’s clothes” I said taking off my pants and t-shirt. Shaking my head; I dropped my boxers to the floor and I absent mindedly kicked them to the side.

“Okay…let’s do this” I said fighting the feeling that I would just look plain ridiculous in the end. “I hope this works”

I stepped into the panties and pulled them up my long hairy legs. Surprisingly they fit around my waist but my bulge was rather silly looking. I almost stopped right then and there “This isn’t going to work” I mumbled but I stepped into the sundress and pulled it up. The open front sat before my flat chest and the waist sat well above my actual waist. The bottom hem was half way up my thighs and I chuckled as I caught sight of myself in the mirror.

I put my right arm into the sleeve of the sweater and watched it come almost back up to my elbow. I thought I was going to tear it in two as I put my left arm in, but it did fit.
I slipped my feet through the straps of the sandals. It surprised me that I didn’t crush them but I figured I should finish it out and I slipped the butterfly necklace around my neck. I found the clasp and hooked it together.

I felt the cold golden butterfly bounce off of my chest and I broke out in goose bumps all over and shivered. I turned to the mirror and looked at the pendant sitting against my pale chest. I saw the goose bumps there but I also began to lean forward, confused. My hand came up to the butterfly. I touched it briefly before my fingers ran over my upper chest; freckles were popping out.

“What the…” was all I managed before an even bigger change began. The position of the butterfly was starting to change. It rose up slightly and bent just a touch sideways. I looked down and saw that it was now positioned in the beginning of cleavage.  I was growing breasts. My hands hovered just above the dress fabric as I let out an audible sigh “Oh”

My nipples were erect and mass was slowly building up behind them “Oh God” I said in shock. I watched them grow around the butterfly and it came to rest comfortably in between them. They continued to grow until my nipples came out and brushed the built in bra cups in the dress; then they pressed up against the satin fabric, then as the final push of weight came in, I felt my whole breasts sit comfortably in the top.

Now my hands grasped a hold of them, confirming they were real and really on my body. I felt them give beneath my hands; they were full and soft. I looked up and into the mirror and saw the shocked expression on my face. “What on earth?” I said as I realized that I was standing up straight and could see background behind me in the mirror. My reflection usually took up the whole mirror and I always had to duck to see my whole head, but not anymore. I realized that I was still shrinking as I saw my reflection get smaller in the mirror.

My hands came off my boobs and went straight out. I realized that the sleeves of the sweater now came down to my very thin wrists. I watched my hands shrink down to very small, dainty female hands accentuated by red nail polish. My mouth hung open in shock.
The dress was fitting better by the second as I shrank down in height and weight. My stomach and waist came inward and my hands went to my hips as they went outward giving me a feminine shape to my mid-section.

My eyes widened in astonishment as I felt my ass checks expanding. They pushed the panties and dress outward, accentuating my hips even more.

I got an odd sensation next in my groin and I whistled low and long, my breath hitching as I was afraid to move momentarily. I could feel my penis shrinking down in size and my testicles pulling up and into my body. With a sudden gasp of air, I knew they were gone. My hand went to the front of the dress and with a quick pat, confirmed that I now possessed a vagina instead.

My thighs thickened and grew soft and round, coming together at the top. My knees sat just below the dress hem and I watched as they too now changed their shape. My calves, hairless and smooth now slimmed down and my ankles came inward. I watched my feet change size and shape and I wiggled my toes happily watching red polish appear on them as well.

I looked up into the mirror and saw my face changing shape slowly but steadily. The freckles that had first appeared across my chest were now making themselves seen on my cheeks and nose. My nose changed shape becoming rounder at the bottom but thinner across the top. My eyes turned a light blue and reshaped themselves, appearing larger and much more sensuous. My eyebrows thinned dramatically and lightened in color. My mouth was now small and my chin and jaw pulled back. My earlobes came in and became quite small as copper colored hair now sprang forth from my scalp and grew downward in long sweeping curls.

I looked at myself in amazement. “It worked” I said in a very hushed and soft voice. It didn’t seem like I could speak loudly even I wanted to.

I turned around in front of the mirror, twirling my new body around and around, feeling the dress brush against my legs and the sandals grip against my feet.

I stopped and noticed that the freckles spread over my shoulders as well as I lifted the sweater sleeves up, getting a look at my arms.

I swallowed hard and opened the door slowly. I took a few shuffling steps out into the store and saw the shop keeper waiting for me smiling broadly.

“You look fantastic” she said “I love your hair!”

I smiled shyly and asked in my quiet voice “But how?”

She just shook her head “Don’t worry about that…it’s just how this store works. You get to try on three different outfits: whatever you put on after that becomes your choice and your body. It’s simple really; you can leave in your original body or you can leave as someone that you want to be”

I understood her, despite the logic that it shouldn’t make any sense; it did make sense.

“Walk around for a few minutes and clear your head…see how this feels. Then try something else; you get three previews like I mentioned earlier” she said and went back to fussing about the store.

I couldn’t get over how I looked. I looked down to my small feet and I knew that I wore a size 7. I knew I wore a size 4 dress, a 34C bra and I knew that I was 5’2”. I also knew that my name was Andrea Hill in this body and that I was currently going to law school.

I walked back and forth a few times, the smile never leaving my face. I really liked how I felt as Andrea but I was still very curious about what else I might want to choose.

I browsed through the clothes now with renewed purpose. Flipping through the items on hangers for a while I saw a neat stack of clothes on the floor that drew my eye. It was a woman’s cut gray t-shirt with a faded Captain America shield on it sitting on top of a pair of ripped jeans. A pair of gray canvas Toms shoes sat next to them with gray panties and a gray bra, size 34DD.

“Hmm” I said to myself as I scooped up the pile and headed back into the dressing room.
I slipped out of the sandals, pulled the sweater off my shoulders and unzipped the dress in the back, allowing it to slide to the floor and pool around my feet. I stepped out and picked it to hang it back up. After slipping the panties off, I lingered for a moment just wearing the butterfly necklace and a smile.

My original body returned in a matter of seconds after I removed the necklace. I shivered again at the sight of my naked male body and I grabbed the gray boy short style underwear and concealed my member once again behind a woman’s garment. I slid my arms through the loops of the bra straps and fastened it behind my back, anticipating what would soon be filling it.

I carefully worked the ripped jeans up my legs. The frayed slits were large and gaped open trying to cover my long legs up. I stretched out the neck hole of the t-shirt and worked it down my chest, noticing how odd it felt to pull the shirt out to cover an empty bra. I worked my arms into the short sleeves and then I bent down to get the shoes on. The light canvas fabric gave way and accommodated my large feet, outlining each toe in the ends of the cramped, but somehow fitting shoes. I felt something in my right front pocket and jamming my hand in, I pulled out a small silver ring.

I stretched out my right ring finger and it glided right onto my hand.

Immediately I began to lose height, dropping a full foot down to 5’7”. I rolled my shoulders forward and felt a new tickling sensation on my right shoulder. Intrigued I lifted the back of my shirt and craned my neck. I watched in wonder as a very well done tattoo of Spider-Man started out faint but became more and more vivid on my shoulder.  The tickling now moved to my left shoulder where an exact copy of the Captain America shield that was on my shirt appeared. I felt the tickling on my right calf and on my right hip. I lifted up the shirt to see Iron Man appear on the hip and although I couldn’t see it, I somehow knew that Dr. Strange was on my calf.

I felt room in the shoes now and felt my feet shrinking and reshaping themselves and when I looked down, my toes were no longer jammed into the end. I lifted my big toes and saw that they lifted up the canvas fabric with plenty of room to spare.

My jeans also were fitting much better and the rips were no longer gaped open but had become stylish tears in the denim. I poked my fingers through the holes and felt my smooth smaller legs. I rubbed a portion of my thigh amazed at just how smooth it had become. My hips flared and my ass grew out to fill out the jeans. I shoved my hand down the front of my pants and grasped for my penis. I held it and felt it diminish in my grasp. My hand tried to hold on to it just to feel what it was doing, but it simply vanished and was replaced. My hands now patted my small flat mound.

My stomach became soft and new beneath the cotton t-shirt and I patted it gently with hands and fingers that were becoming smaller as I did it.

The changes continued up my arms and through my shoulders and I had pulled the neckline of my shirt out as I felt a tingling sensation in my chest. My nipples and areolas did not grow or change much but stayed relatively small but behind them, it started with a slight puffiness. Then mass filled in steadily; my breasts grew and grew becoming heavier and heavier and I was thankful that the bra was there to catch and hold them. They filled the cups and I felt them settle on my chest as I let go of the outstretched shirt. It snapped back into place but the whole outline of my figure had changed dramatically.

I held my hand to my neck as my Adam’s apple disappeared and my neck elongated. I turned to the mirror, curious as to what my face would look like. I cocked my head and brought my chin back as they both pulled inward. My mouth reshaped with my lips becoming just a bit fuller. My nose broadened across the top and kept a straight shape down and my eyes widened and turned a deep brown. My hairline shifted downward and dark brown hair grew out creating bangs that covered my forehead. It took on a layered look as it grew down to my shoulders before stopping. I smiled at the reflection and noticed that I only had a dimple in my right cheek.

I sat on the bench in the dressing room and looked at myself. I put my hands on my knees, massaging them lightly as I looked at Katie Snow, a 24 year old writer and IT girl, looking back at me. I slipped my right foot out of my shoe and took a look at my bare foot.

I put the shoe back on as I stood up and walked out into the main room again. The lady turned to me and said “I like that for you” and I smiled bashfully and dipped my head. I felt very shy as Katie; I could tell she was very self-conscious about things, but it felt okay and perfectly normal to me.

I walked around the store a few times just feeling how I moved and I would stop occasionally to touch or feel a part of me.

With a deep breath I made my way back to the clothing stacks. It was already going to be a hard enough decision just between Katie and Andrea and I didn’t know what else to even pick. The ballet leotard didn’t interest me and neither did the corset and thigh high boot combo.

What caught my eye was a red bikini with a pair of denim shorts and flip flops. I picked them up and took them back with me into the dressing room.

I got undressed as Katie very slowly but I finally slipped the ring off my finger and returned to my original body. But I quickly flipped the bikini string around my neck and laced it around my back. I pulled the bottom up and onto my hips, followed by the shorts. I slipped my feet into the well-worn flip flops and pulled a waterproof watch out of the shorts pocket. As I latched the watch tight onto my wrist I felt the now comforting feeling of my body beginning to shrink.

I went down to 5’8” before stopping and I could feel a strength building in me as I took a deep breath. My hands had gotten smaller and my arms shorter but my muscles were quite defined on my arms. My shoulders rounded somewhat but not nearly as much as with the previous two bodies.

My breasts began to grow, immediately pushing out the bikini top but they did not grow very large and stopped at a 34B. My stomach tightened into a set of strong ab muscles and my waist came in. My ass grew out but also tightened as it reached its new size and shape and my hips came out as well.

The changes went down into my legs and my thighs grew round but firm. They actually came out slightly further than my hips as I had a very athletic build in this body. I felt powerful and confident already as the changes continued.

The unsightly bulge that was pushing at the bikini bottom and shorts began to deflate. Once again my hand went to it and I felt it disappear beneath my touch. I smiled as it left me.

My legs continued to reshape themselves down through my knees and calves and down through my feet, remolding my toes at the ends of the flip flops.

I turned to the mirror once more to watch my facial transformation occur. My eyes turned blue again, but a darker blue than Andrea’s. My nose came up and my cheekbones rose up as well. My chin and jaw pulled in, leaving my face heart-shaped with my bottom lip fuller than my top lip. My hair turned light brown and grew down very straight onto my shoulders.

“Wow” I said in a voice that was a bit higher than I expected. I was an athlete in this body, I knew that I both surfed regularly and did cross fit as I was a licensed fitness instructor; my name was Jenna Pyke.

I walked out into the store, hearing my shoes slap against my heels as I went.  I stepped out and dipped my knees while running my hands up and down my sides.

“You look so fit and strong in that body” the shop keeper said “You’re not going to have an easy choice”

“Tell me about it” I replied.

I loved the confidence and sureness that came with Jenna’s body. I felt strong and poised as her and I simply enjoyed that feeling for a few minutes. Then I began to think about my final decision.

I looked over my body as Jenna and thought “I could get used to this” but I had also felt that way as Andrea and as Katie. I didn’t know what to do.

I went back into the dressing room and sat on the bench, reluctant to go back to my body. I slowly took off Jenna’s clothes ending with the watch and returned to my old self one last time.

I sighed heavily and weighed my options…