I was walking down the street trying to get to my girlfriend’s house when all of a sudden, it started to rain. I picked up my pace but the rain kept falling harder. It was getting tough to see and I was soaking wet so I ducked into the first door to my right.

I shook myself off and wiped my hand over my face as I looked around.

“What the fuck is Everything Fits?” I asked myself out loud.

I was standing in the doorway of what was really just one big cavernous room that was filled with clothing. It looked like there was something for everybody in here from kids to women to men. “Some secondhand store I guess” I mumbled.

That was when I read the second sign “Everything in this store is guaranteed to fit you” and I chuckled in disbelief.

“May I help you find something today?”

I turned at the sound and saw a shorter lady, older, probably early 50’s with brown-gray hair that was pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. I smirked and replied “What is that” as I pointed to the sign “Some kind of joke…”

The shopkeeper smiled slightly “No; it’s not a joke…everything in here really is guaranteed to fit you”

“What if it doesn’t?” I asked.

“It will” she replied.

“So if it doesn’t fit…do I get something free or my money back or how does this work?”

“Anything you pick out will fit you…it is guaranteed: If you don’t believe me…try it for yourself” she said and waved her arm toward the store.

I was feeling a bit cocky at that point so I marched straight ahead and grabbed an outfit that would never in a million years fit me. “I will try it…HA; this is going to be so fucking funny when I step outta that dressing room wearing this get up”

The shopkeeper just watched me as I gathered up the white tank top, red plaid shirt, super short denim shorts, cowboy hat, red bandana and cowboy boots that had pink stitching on them. “Be right back” I said with a sarcastic wave of my hand as I dipped behind the curtain.

I undressed quickly, kicking and pulling off my soaked clothes from the rain that I could still hear lashing against the front window.

“You need to put on everything that came in the grouping” the shopkeeper called out from the front of the store.

“Are you laughing out there?” I yelled back out to her after I heard the tone of her voice.

“No; I would never laugh at one of my customers…this is my shop and I take it seriously even if the customer does not” she replied.

“Hmph…whatever you say lady…I’ll put on everything” I shot back.

I had intended in all honesty to skip the panties and bra as I thought that was too much for me but then I mumbled “Like anyone will ever know…just do it to show her up out there”
I stepped into the high cut white panties and pulled them up and on, somewhat surprised that they did fit me. I slid my arms through the bra straps and fastened it behind my back. I wiggled my shoulders under the straps and said “Never thought I’d ever wear a bra…but just act like it’s Halloween”.

I pulled the tank top over my head and down over the empty bra. I pushed the cups back flat against my chest and said loudly “I don’t think this bra is going to do the trick” and laughed but I received no response.

I pulled on the thin plaid shirt and left it unbuttoned “These sleeves are a little short on me” I called out shaking my head.

“There is absolutely no way in God’s green earth that these shorts are going on” I said as I picked them up. I stepped into them and started working them up. I was slightly amazed that they made it to my waist “No way” I said to myself.

I sat down on the bench that was against the wall. I picked up the boots and peered inside where I saw a tag along the side that read 8. “I can’t wear a women’s size 8 boot” as I dropped it to the floor. It tipped over so I picked it back up and brought my foot up. I hovered for a moment before I stuck my foot in expecting it to get stuck. I felt the bottom and angled my foot forward until I felt it hit the end. It was tight, but it fit. “No way” I repeated a bit freaked out now.

“No, it’s gotta be a trick…she’s fucking with me” I said and put my other foot in. I stood up and picked up the cowboy hat. I ran my fingers around the edge before I placed it on my head and gave it a tilt backwards. I picked up the red bandana and said “Last thing I guess” and I tied it around my wrist.

At that, I felt a strange tingle run up my spine. I looked down and couldn’t quite comprehend what I was seeing for a second. Everything felt odd to me. It felt like every nerve ending in me was on edge. My heart was racing and my breathing was ragged and short. I felt a tingling in my wrists and I saw that the sleeves of the plaid shirt were inching down to my wrists. I lifted my hands and my eyes widened as I watched my fingernails grow long and turn a bright red.

“What the fuck!” I yelled and spun around to look at the mirror in a single awkward jumping movement.

As my feet landed, I felt them shift inside the boots with plenty of room to spare. My arms were shrinking and thinning as were my legs. I bent at the waist and leaned over staring at my legs. All my leg hair had disappeared. I clutched my arms to my chest in shock as my legs got shorter; my calves became trim and my thighs full.

My short shorts shifted on my changing legs and rode the tops of my thighs as my hips and ass flared outward. I screamed then; a loud and long scream that I couldn’t stop even as I heard the sound of it changing. My voice started out low and continued to rise in pitch until my ears rang from the high-pitched sound of my own womanly scream.

I screamed as I felt my penis retreat into my body along with my testicles and were replaced by a clitoris, vagina and vulva.

I screamed as my waist caved in and brought my stomach inward along with it.

I screamed as my chest and back thinned and I actually hopped up and down and screamed as breasts began to grow on my narrow chest.

I watched in disbelief as they soon filled out my bra and pushed the white tank top outward in a very provocative way.

I took a few panting and deep breaths before I screamed again while watching my face change. My skin went smooth and pale and my chin and jaw reshaped beneath full and pouty red lips. My nose shrank and my cheeks rose. My ears pulled in and my eyes turned blue and widened and softened. My hair turned light blonde beneath the hat and began to grow long and full. It curled and filled out as it grew down over my shoulders and cascaded over my back and breasts.

I finally couldn’t scream any longer. I put my hand against the glass of the mirror and clutched my shirt with the other as I hyperventilated briefly.  “What the fuck happened to me?” I finally managed to say.

I shook my head and felt all that blonde hair swirl around me as I looked long and deep into the face in the mirror. “I can’t believe this!” I said in my new female voice complete with southern accent. A name came into my mind, Candace Harper. I was 5’3” and from Amarillo Texas…I was 21 and just about to finish college. “What is going on?!” I yelled out in confusion.

My hands began to roam and move up and down. I poked and prodded my smooth and supple flesh “This can’t be happening…this can’t be real” I turned to the curtain and swept it back. I stepped out of the dressing room and into the main store and spotted the lady I had been talking with.

“Hey!” I yelled out at her “Just what did you do to me you crazy bitch and your fucked up shop” I stomped my way across the store until I was standing in front of her. I poked my finger at her chest. “What kind of crazy fucked up store is this? What did you do to me? You have to change me back or I’ll…”

She folded her arms over her chest and said in a calm and even tone “You need to relax. You can change back any time you like by just removing the outfit”

I dropped my hands to my side.

“Don’t get too excited…I told you that everything in this store was guaranteed to fit you and it does”

“But it turned me into a woman” I protested.

“Well of course it did, you picked out a woman’s outfit silly. If you pick out a woman’s outfit, it will fit a woman. If you pick out a man’s outfit, it will fit a man and so on and so forth with the children’s clothes”

“So this is what I would like as a woman?” I asked.

“No: This is what you look like as the woman who belongs in this outfit. If you try on another outfit for a woman, you will become a different woman, but you will become the right woman for the clothes” she explained.

“I don’t understand…” I said.

“It’s simple: This body goes with this outfit. Every outfit comes with its own unique body and life. You get to try on three different outfits before you make your final choice. You can try on anything you like and it will fit, but what is the best fit for you. You can choose to walk out at any time in your own original body…no harm no foul as they say. Or you can try on two more outfits and see what you get; if you like one of those and think it will suit you better, then choose it and leave in that body and outfit…like I said, it’s simple”

My mind reeled as she told me the rules. “So even if I dress in a Man’s outfit…I will look like a different guy”

She simply nodded and took me by the hands “Just relax and let yourself think. Calm down and see what you think about this life and this body that you are in right now, then look around and see if anything else catches your eye”

I gave her a skeptical glance but I also took a step backwards. Then another and another until I turned and found another mirror; I walked over to it and put my hands on my hips. I stuck my left hip outward and rose up on to the balls of my feet and spun around like only a girl could.

I smiled for the first time in this body and noticed that I had dimples in my cheeks and that my upper lip curled a bit when I smiled. “Candace, Huh” I said as I moved back and forth. I pulled my shirt out and actually blushed at catching myself ogling my own breasts. I turned sideways in the mirror and let the thoughts of life as Candace slip in.

“I never would have thought” I said to no one in particular “I never would have thought that I would be considering taking on someone else’s life…let alone becoming some girl from Texas, but yet…something about looking in the mirror and seeing that in return feels good” I admitted.

I struggled internally for a few more minutes as a strange desire to return to the woman’s section crept deeper and deeper into my brain. “Can I really be thinking this? Am I really going to walk out of here as a woman? Why does this feel so good to me…I’ve never thought about being a woman before right now and yet…I really like it” My mind swirled against itself, struggling all of a sudden at the tremendous decision I had walked into by chance.

I walked to the window and saw that the rain had not let up so I began to browse and let myself wander into the women’s clothes. I looked up and down, not sure of what I was looking for but figuring that I would know it when I saw it.

It wasn’t anything flashy or particularly eye-catching but there was something about one outfit that made me pick it up. The shirt was a blue and white stripped long sleeved shirt along with a pair of blue jeans and light brown boots that would cover my calves.
I looked around somewhat nervously as I gathered up the clothing in my arms. Even though no one would recognize me as Candace, I hurried in my movements as if someone would see me and start asking questions.  I still wasn’t sure why I wanted to keep trying on different outfits, but something deep down was driving me now as I glanced over my shoulder at the empty store and headed to the back again. My shorts had crept up after I had bent down and I had to pull them down and away from my ass.

I pulled the curtain shut and let out a deep breath. I dropped the clothes I had brought back for my next change and lingered on my body as Candace. Slowly, I worked my feet out of the cowboy boots. I felt the cold tile beneath my bare feet before I sat on the bench and brought my feet up and raised my knees up and put my chin on them. I wrapped my arms around my small smooth legs and hugged them tight. “I really like being this small and petite” I thought. I enjoyed the feeling of my long blonde hair gently laying over my back and shoulders and I tossed my hair back and forth a bit. Part of me didn’t want to take off this outfit ever. Part of me just wanted to get up and walk out right then and there and never look back, but another part knew that I could always pick this as my final outfit and that was when I stood up.

I unbuttoned the shorts and worked them off over my thighs. I pulled my panties down and off and took a good long look at my situation. My fingers inevitably made their way there, but I wouldn’t let them explore for any length of time. Instead I moved my hands to my bare hips and felt the motion and movements that I could achieve as Candace.

I took off the plaid shirt and took off my hat and gave my hair a good run though with my long and skinny fingers. I was smiling broadly as I pulled the tank top off and I didn’t waste much time before I unhooked the bra. As my breasts hung free and I gave my chest a quick shimmy, I laughed out loud. My hands came to them and massaged them for a long while before I sighed and untied the bandana from my wrist.

Immediately, I returned to my original male body and I shuttered. I had been happy in this body before I happened across this amazing place but now I knew that I would not be keeping it.

After another shiver, I picked up the white panties and stepped into them and strapped the white bra around my flat and bare chest.

“Uh” I said out loud as I looked at the jeans; they were super skinny and I hadn’t realized that when I picked them up. I took a deep breath and hoped for the best as I started them up my legs. Miraculously, they came upward but I couldn’t understand how. The striped shirt was just as skinny and I thought my arms would tear them down the seams as I put it on, but it also held on.

I stuck my feet into the boots and hoped that whatever was causing these clothes to fit my present body would continue. It was then that I noticed the small silver charm on a thin silver chain. I put it around my neck and began to smile.

My entire body constricted at once and I must have lost 100 pounds as my body got super skinny. I looked down and noticed that the jeans were clinging to my shrinking and now thin legs and my shirt sat flat against my toned stomach. My arms shrank down and I could feel the shirt holding them tight as my body reconfigured itself dramatically.

I wiggled my toes in the ends of the boots as they no longer felt cramped and crushed. My feet were shrinking and changing along with my legs. I could tell I was shorter, but not as short as I was in my first change. My hands went to my legs and I tried to pry the denim fabric away from my legs but they seemed to go together as they continued to shrink. My waist came in and as I looked over my shoulder, I realized that in this body, thin was in. My ass didn’t expand very much at all and remained rather flat and my hips also were narrower.

I held my hands out in front of my face as my fingers trimmed down and long nails began to grow out and as they changed, I felt a tingling in my chest and my hands flew backwards to greet my new breasts. I could feel them begin to grow but it was not a lengthy process. This thin body I was changing into came with a small pair of breasts. As an upside, they did seem almost hypersensitive and I felt a rush all through my body as my fingers brushed them as my shoulders rounded off.

I spun towards the mirror and saw my hair growing longer. It had turned a copper color but also seemed to have hints of blonde highlights running through it. It grew long and straight over my shoulders. My cheeks rounded and my lips puffed up and took on quite a seductive curl. My chin and jaw also softened as my nose changed shape. It was my eyes that drew me in instantly. They turned a golden hazel shade and simply by their shape and placement, they also screamed seduction. They seemed to have a natural sarcastic quality to them when I smiled a very wicked smile and when my face was more relaxed, they would have been described as holding a come hither gaze. My eyes were amazing and enchanting simply put.

I found myself biting my lower lip as an automatic response to seeing my new reflection in the mirror. This was Alison Hunter looking back at me. She was 5’6” and 26 years old and she was an actress.

“Wow” I said in a fairly deep and smoky voice for a woman.

I looked myself up and down in the mirror and put my hands on my hips. “I can do this” I said in my new voice as Alison. “Who would have thought” I said to the mirror and smiled broadly. That smile lit up my eyes and my entire face and I laughed at the power that this face and these eyes could have over men.

I took a hesitant step, feeling just how my body would move. I walked very slowly at first but then picked up my pace as I pulled back the curtain.

The shopkeeper was keeping her distance and I didn’t mind that.  I wanted to think for myself about this.

I walked back and forth and finally settled in before the mirror. I found that looking deeply at my reflection actually clarified who this person was in my mind. Confidence filled me like never before as Alison. I was losing myself to Alison very quickly I found and I had to walk awhile to clear my head and weigh my choices so far.

I searched through the women’s clothes again to see what I could find for a third choice. I didn’t want to be picky but I found that I was being just that as I went through various items.  I had narrowed my choices down to two that seemed very different from each other. One grouping included very expensive clothing while the other looked like something that a preschool teacher would wear.

I agonized over the choice knowing that it would be my last preview. “How can this be so hard?” I asked myself as I put away the posh clothing and headed to the back with the more conservative clothes. It consisted of a long black skirt and a navy blue blouse, black panties and bra and black flats.

I once again took my time undressing as Alison. I easily took off the brown boots and spread out my toes and wiggled and flexed them freely. I pulled the skinny jeans down to reveal my bare legs. They were skinny but still had enough curve to them for my taste. I pulled the striped shirt off over my head and took in the sight of my slight chest and flat stomach in just a plain bra and panties. I shed those as well then and took in the sight of my naked form, fully on display with no distractions. I gave one last sly smile and took off the necklace to return to my original body one more time.

My stomach turned at the sight of my male body and I quickly began to cover it with my final outfit. I pulled on the black panties and stepped easily into the black skirt. I zipped it up in the back and grabbed the black bra off the bench. It was larger than the previous one but I covered it with the blue blouse and buttoned it up. I slipped my feet into the black flats before I saw extra piece; a gold bracelet with the initial AMS.

As I clasped the bracelet around my wrist, I shut my eyes as I began to shrink and change once more. I giggled at the first sensation of dropping in height and I looked down at the floor to see it getting closer. It didn’t seem a close as it had before when I had changed when I no longer felt myself shrinking. My shoes were already fitting better as my feet reshaped themselves. I rolled my feet out on their sides and saw the gap between my soles and the shoes and I smiled as I saw the rippling effect of change climbing my legs leaving in its wake new and supple flesh.

My ankles and claves were exposed beneath the bottom of the skirt and I saw them take on new curves as I felt the changes reaching higher. I felt my thighs expanding and growing ample beneath the loose fabric before my hips flared and my ass expanded more than it had before. I was definitely curvy in this body and would be sporting a true hourglass figure with these hips and rear. I felt the smooth skin of my thighs brush together and yield softly as my penis and testicles got out of the way. They pulled inward and I was glad they were gone and replaced with what I was realizing should have always been mine.

My waist filled in the skirt and my stomach became soft under the blue blouse. My chest and back changed and my arms filled in the sleeves nicely as my hands took on a very small and feminine shape.

I took a very deep breath as my breasts began to grow. This time, they didn’t stop right away but grew large and full on my chest. The bra strained to contain them and I could feel the weight of them changing my posture. I looked down and saw the lapels of my shirt spreading wider as my cleavage grew and my breasts began to appear out of the top. I dropped my chin to my chest in awe.

As my chin sat on the smooth top of my chest, I felt the scratchiness diminish as my face went smooth. My vision blurred slightly as the changes to my face began and I turned my gaze to the mirror.

My hair had turned chestnut brown and was growing long and thick and as it did, my hair began to braid itself. I gasped as it styled itself into a long thick braid that pulled the top taut and stopped between my shoulder blades.

It exposed my forehead and I watched my brows thin and arch appropriately. My eyes turned a deep shade of emerald green and my nose changed shape taking my cheeks upward. My chin and jaw rounded off and my lips puffed slightly but were thinner than my last change. I smiled a wide natural smile that set off deep dimples in my cheeks.

I shook my head knowing that AMS stood for Anastasia Marie Sanders…Ana to everyone she knew. And I was indeed a 25 year old preschool teacher.

I was quite tall though at 5’10” and definitely much curvier than before, but I liked it just as much as the previous two.

“Quite comfortable…nice” I said as I scoped out my body in the mirror. I lifted my breasts and tapped my hips and ass as I checked myself out and nodded my approval.

“This; is not going to be an easy choice” I said in a very pleasant and light voice.
I lifted my skirt up in the privacy of the dressing room, exposing my thighs to my eyes before I dropped the skirt and felt the slight breeze as it fell to mid-calf.

My hand next dipped under my shirt and rubbed my stomach gently and a smile crept over my lips. My hand then slid under the waistband of the skirt and gently lifted up the elastic of the panties where my fingers ran through the coarse hair that I found there “Oh” I said pleasantly surprised.

I straightened out my clothes and walked out into the main room where I immediately did a twirl and felt the skirt spin around and against me. I was enjoying how this body moved, it jiggled more than the other two and I really liked the busty look too.

I strolled around the store and came across the shopkeeper who gave me a slight smile and cocked her head.

“I’m sorry with how I acted when I came in here today” I said to her.

“No need to apologize. I realize that my store can be a bit overwhelming to some…but you seem to have taken to it quite well” she replied.

I blushed and dropped my eyes. “I don’t know how I’m going to choose” I admitted “But I love the choices that I have”

“You’ve picked very well and have three good options before you…take your time; the solution will come to you” she said as she turned and went back to her work.

I swallowed hard and shut my eyes tight. As I took several deep breaths in and out I knew what I had to do.

I turned on my heel and returned to the dressing room. I took my time undressing as I had with the previous two. Revealing my breasts to the open air was a joy. I couldn’t get enough of my smooth skin as Ana. I loved my body as Ana as I stripped down and saw it fully naked before me but I also had enjoyed the other two and I knew what my decision was.

I returned to my original body for the last time so I could make my final choice. I smiled as I picked up my item and began my new life.