I walked down the street with my head down and my hands thrust into my pockets; a cold wind snapped at my back as I hunched over further against the cold. My heart pounded in my chest as I made the turn onto the street I needed to get to; I saw the storefront that I was looking for a few yards away. I paused in front of the door and took a deep breath as my nerves jangled on edge.

“Here goes nothing” I said to myself as I read the sign ‘Everything in this store is guaranteed to fit you’ before I read the actual store sign ‘Everything Fits’.

I opened the door and stepped into the one single cavernous room that was the shop. I shivered as the door swung closed behind me. I didn’t see anyone working as I ventured into the room.

“I’ll be right out” I heard a female voice say from behind a curtain in the back.

I put my hands back in my pockets and just rocked back and forth on my heels as I waited to put a face with the voice. I smiled as a small lady with brown and gray hair emerged from the back.

“Welcome to Everything Fits; can I help you find anything particular today” she said pleasantly.

“Um…I have a friend, who, uh…recommended that I…uh…come here” I stumbled out the words in my nervous state.

The lady tilted her head “Is this friend someone that I know?” she asked.

“Yes” I said with a shy smile; “Her name is, uh, Hailey Waters and…”

“Oh yes!” she exclaimed with a light clap of her hands “How is Hailey these days?”

I looked down at the floor before looking back up to meet her gaze “She is doing great. She is so happy with her, um, purchase here, that she said that I should come check it out” I said.

“So: you are familiar with the rules here then” she asked me.

“Yes” I said with a definitive nod.

“And you are interested in these services and choices” she said looking me up and down.

“Yes” I said once more.

“Then welcome; please take your time and look around” she said as she moved to the nearest stack and began to straighten it up. “As you know…everything fits” she said with a sly smile.

I simply smiled in return and made my way to the section with Women’s clothing in it. I had thought about what I might choose, but once I got in the store with the clothes in front of me, I found it hard to concentrate.

I am not a big guy; just 5’8” and 160lbs so some of the clothes actually looked big to me, which was something that I hadn’t considered.

I noticed a simple white shift dress hanging on the wall facing outward. I ran my hand over the soft silk material. There were 3 roses embroidered across the front but other than that, it was plain and very small. The white panties that came with it were a size 0 and the bra was just a 32B. Below the dress sat a pair of size 5 black heels “Interesting…” I mumbled to myself as I gathered up the garments and headed for the back.

Once behind the curtain I laid the clothes down while still talking to myself “Choice number one…” I said as I undressed quickly and hastily.

I shook my shoulders and bounced up and down before I said “I hope this works”

I picked up the tiny underwear and stepped into them. I worked them up my legs and over my thighs; they were tight but they fit. I slipped my arms through the bra straps and hooked it across my back. Once again, it was a tight fit, but it didn’t rip.

I took in a very deep breath as I lifted the dress over my head and put my arms up. I worked the dress down into the best fit possible at that point, tugging it down to cover more of my hairy legs. I stepped into the petite heels, amazed that they didn’t burst at the seams.

There was one last item that was pinned to the inside of the dress; a pair of gold clip on earrings. I put one on my right lobe and then as I snapped the second one onto my left, I felt the world begin to shift.

With a shutter, I began to shrink in height and overall size. Suddenly the dress began to move on me. It loosened up and I could feel the bottom hem moving down my thighs. I could breathe freely as my chest and back no longer felt constricted by the dress. My shoulders pulled inward and I felt the bra straps ease and the straps of the dress settled on my slender shoulders.

I looked down and saw that the bottom of the dress now sat a few inches above my knees but it was my knees that got my attention. They were small and smooth; my hands reached down to touch them and I was awed by the smoothness of my legs. My calves looked awfully skinny and my thighs seemed much slimmer. I could tell that I would be very small in this body.

I wiggled my toes and realized that even a size 5 felt big for them. I scanned back up as I felt a tingling in my mid-section. My hand came up and grasped at my retreating penis and testicles. I felt them pull up and disappear and I will admit to a sense of relief at them being gone. This is what I had always dreamed about and now I had three choices to pick from to make that dream come true. I couldn’t wait to be a woman. That I would be walking out of here as one was never in doubt but would it be this choice.

My hands went to my hips as they went out slightly keeping in line with the skinniness of this body. My ass did expand outward a bit more than I expected, but my waist and stomach came inward dramatically.

My hands tingled as they shrank down and changed into a pair of very small and delicate hands below slender wrists and slim arms that were a very pale and milky white. I brought my hands up to my chest as beneath the dress and bra, breasts began to grow. I smiled as they grew out and touched the fabric of the lace bra. I felt them give just enough as they settled into place.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see jet black hair growing long and straight, hitting the tops of my shoulders and then continuing farther down.

I spun around to see my face in the mirror. At the sight of my new face, I let out a quick but pleased “Oh”

There was no doubt in my ethnicity once I turned around and saw my face. I smiled demurely and lowered my eyes momentarily. “Nice to see you” I said in a fairly high pitched female voice and I giggled at the sound. My face was round and I lifted up my black bangs to see my very thin and naturally curved eyebrows. My mouth was small and my bottom lip was fuller than my top. My small pointed nose sat high above those lips, but it was my eyes that drew me in. They were big and a deep brown and they curved upward at the corners with double lids. I smiled wider at my distinctly Chinese face reflected back to me in the mirror.

I turned and opened the curtain to exit the dressing room and take a little stroll around the store in this body. I knew that my name was Zhang Liu and that I was a lawyer just out of UC Berkeley. I also knew that I was just 4’11” and weighed a slight 95lbs.

“Oh: you look so pretty!” I heard the shopkeeper say to me as I exited the back.

I smiled and added in “Thank You”

The shopkeeper came over and smoothed out my dress and adjusted the straps slightly and said “You are gorgeous…so petite. It’s not often that I’m the tall one in a conversation”

I smiled wider and laughed a bit “I like being small; it feels good to me. I don’t know if I would want to be big”

“Well, try it out and walk around a bit and think it over; you have two more previews to use” she said as she left me to continue folding.

I walked to one of the mirrors in the store and put my hands on my hips. I jutted my right hip out and turned my ankle, posing like a model. Then I laughed at myself, realizing how ridiculous I looked. But I did take my time walking around before I saw the next outfit I thought I might like.

I gathered up the outfit which consisted of a pair of brown moccasins, an old worn out pair of jeans, a white peasant blouse and a beat up brown leather jacket along with a pair of size medium panties and a 38C bra. They just looked so comfortable and laid back that I had to see what they brought to the table.

I lingered and took my time undressing and pondered my slender and slim naked form. I popped off the earrings and returned to my male body with a feeling of repulsion. I quickly began to cover myself in the next outfit. This body would be close to me in size by the way the clothes went on.

The panties and bra went on without much struggle and I swayed my hips as I worked the jeans up and on. I lifted my arms and let the blouse flutter and slide down over my chest and I slipped on the leather jacket. Once I stepped my feet into the moccasins, I felt something in my pocket. I pulled out a guitar pick and once again felt the world shift.
I didn’t really shrink this time as I only dropped an inch in height and about 10 pounds in weight but everything began to reshape and transform on me.

I slipped my right foot out of the comfortable shoe and watched my toes slim and change shape. My skin tone was a bit darker on the top of my exposed foot than it had been and I could feel my leg hairs retreating beneath the jeans.

The jeans began to fit better and better with each passing second as my legs now changed shape. My thighs became full and supple and my hips gravitated outward. My ass went along with them, expanding beneath the panties and denim and I smiled at the first hint of my penis shrinking.

I put my head back as it withdrew itself and I let out a small laugh as it disappeared and reformed itself into its female counterparts.

My waist filled in and my stomach became soft and even beneath the loose flowing blouse.
My hands were changing shape but no overtly feminine hands came with this body. Instead, I felt callouses and tough spots form up on my fingertips and I knew that I didn’t always use that guitar pick: These were the hands of a musician.

But my hands still went to my chest when I felt the calming and comforting sensation of breasts beginning to form. My hands began to massage my chest as first my nipples rose up, followed by more and more flesh. They were firm and sensitive to the touch as they reached their full and delightful size.

The next sensation I had was of weight pulling on the back of my head. My hair was coming in extremely thick. It grew long and I noticed that at the ends it was actually a bit tangled and knotted. I had totally unruly hair in this body that was a dark blond color and would be out of control at all times. It was tough to even run my fingers through it, it was so thick.

I finally caught a glimpse of my face and I was pleased. I had small brown eyes and thicker eyebrows than before. My nose was small but it went well with my round cheeks. I wore no make-up and my mouth conveyed a sarcastic look as my upper lip was a bit crooked.

“Oh Wow” I said and I immediately fell in love with my voice. It was a husky raspy voice that I now knew played very well at San Francisco’s bar and club scene. My name was Gretchen McManus and I was one of the most popular local acts in the Bay Area as a singer and guitarist.

I came out from the back and saw the shopkeeper smiling at me. “San Fran, through and through” she said to me straitening my jacket.

“Oh my gosh; I love my voice” I said “I would talk to myself all day in this voice…it’s so unique and awesome”

The lady just chuckled “You can try it out all you want in here today”

I smiled as I walked to the mirror again. I tugged on the jacket bottom, then lifted it up and turned to side to get a side view of my body, all the while singing Piece of my Heart. I ended up dancing and grinding my hips by the end of the song.

I looked around a bit embarrassed by the end but only heard applause coming from the other side of the room.

I began to look around though for my final preview. I surprised myself at how long I considered the Sari. It intrigued me at a deep level of really desiring to be someone else; someone far away from myself.

I picked up a pair of black stiletto Louboutins and saw the expensive dress that went with it but ultimately decided that I wasn’t made for a glamourous life; I just wanted to be an average woman, someone fun with a decent life but I just wasn’t feeling high maintenance.

Next to stilettos, was a pair of black flat knee high boots with a pair of black leggings and an oversized gray and black sweater along with panties and a 44D bra. There was also a long scarf draped over the hanger as I gathered them up and headed to the back.

Once more I lingered and delayed as I undressed. That was my only issue with Everything Fits; most of the transformation went on behind clothes and it took until disrobing to see the full package.

Finally I said “good-bye” in that voice and I put down the guitar pick and quickly returned to my original body. I just rolled my eyes at the sight; I was so ready and getting happier by the second with what was occurring.

I stepped into the pair of black panties, which oddly enough felt fine, and hooked the bra easier this time than the previous two times. The leggings went on easily and I was getting the feeling that this body might actually be taller than my male one as the pants were a big baggy at my ankles.

The sweater was big anyway as I slipped it over my head and I noticed that the boots were a women’s size 10. I laughed as I easily slipped my feet into the boots with room to spare. I placed the scarf around my shoulders and neck and sure enough, felt my world shift again, but this time it was different.

I began to grow this time. My 5’8” frame elongated by three inches up to 5’11” and I could detect that my feet had to grow slightly as well. I could now feel my toes fitting snuggly in the ends of the boots. As my calves changed, the boots began to fit better as well as I felt the leather now hugging my shapely legs. My thighs filled out and came together just slightly at the top and I reached behind myself to greet the oncoming expanse of flesh as my rear took on a womanly shape.

My hips rolled outward in a single movement as my penis once more vanished from my sight. My hand gently patted my newly formed pubic region with a sense of relief.

My waist shifted and my stomach transformed gently and with a slight sway to my hips as my mid-section rounded off. Beneath the heavy sweater I felt the unmistakable tingle begin anew. My breasts grew outward at a steady pace and my back arched and shifted in anticipation. Mass filled in and my weight shifted as they filled the bra up slowly but surely. By the time my hands reached them, they were complete and at their full size. My hands changed into a woman’s hands as they brushed off my new breasts. My hands stayed the same size but the fingers were rounder and smoother and had slightly longer nails for their journey.

My hair turned to a chestnut brown color and began to curl. Natural waves formed as it grew to my shoulders and stopped. I turned to see my face and I wasn’t upset at that sight either. I had hazel eyes that were flecked with gold and hooded eyelids that gave my eyes a slightly sleepy appearance. My eyebrows were darker than my hair and my cheeks seem to have a natural color to them. My nose was long and thin but it worked well with my full lips that had a natural downturn to the corners, giving them a pouty look.

As I looked into the mirror I knew that I was Samantha Gardener; Sam to everyone that knew her. I was in my senior year of college, studying child development and I worked as a Nanny for a lady who wore Louboutin Stiletto heels.

I smiled at the reflection, happy with this choice as well as the first two. I slapped my hands down on my thighs and bent at the waist. I had really liked being small and petite as Zhang Liu; it had felt comfortable, but I had to admit at the risk of calling myself a liar at not wanting to be big, that being 5’11” felt tremendous too.

I stared into my eyes; they were quite mesmerizing and alluring with a definite mysterious quality about them. I put my hands on my hips and got a full look at myself as Sam. I nodded my approval.

I walked out into the main room where I stopped in front of the shopkeeper. I raised my shoulders and put my hands out to her and said “What do you think?”

She tilted her head and said “I do not envy you for your decision. All three choices are great and unique in their own way” She nodded with a smile “You would do well in any one of them for so many different reasons. I won’t be able to fault you in whichever way you choose”

“I just don’t know” I replied “I mean, it felt good to be short and it feels good to be tall…and Gretchen felt right too. Why does this have to be so hard?” I asked.

“Life is never easy…even when you get to choose” she replied and left me to my decision.

I walked around as Sam for probably 15 minutes just enjoying her. Then I took a seat in the far corner of the store. I crossed my leg and watched my foot bounce in the boot as I drummed it up and down. After a few minutes, I stood and returned to the dressing room.

I undressed slowly and reluctantly. I stood before the mirror with just that simple scarf draped over my neck. As I took it off and returned to my original body for the last time, it felt alien to me to be a man already.

I reached down and picked up the trigger that I wanted.