I’m Not Adorable

I let out a sigh as I’m leaning back against the wall, waiting for all of this to end. However, considering the fact that my arm has turned into a hanging rack, I’m pretty sure we’re going to be here for a while. It’s Tuesday and barely anybody is out shopping around this time unless they’re getting groceries for dinner right after work. As for me, I’m stuck with Samantha. Don’t get me wrong; I love her to death. It’s just… she has a problem when it comes to clothes shopping.

I look through the assortment of clothes she has me holding. A few long sleeve shirts, a few pairs of pants, a skirt and a petticoat. I’m starting to notice that she likes bright colors and things that just fit her just a bit tight. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the things she wears are a bit tighter in some places on her.

Samantha calls out to me from behind the changing room stall, “Hey, Alex!”

“What is it?” I reply.

“I need your opinion on something.”

The door flies open and Samantha comes out casually strutting her stuff about. She has on a tight, long sleeve bright red shirt with frilled cuffs around her hands and a small, black skirt with more frills around the edges. All of her curves are just popping out, so my eyes don’t know where to look.

She stands there with her arms folded behind her back and asks, “How does this one look on me?”

My eyes keep darting around her body, “It’s one that certainly knows where to highlight your features.”

“Is that bad?”

“It’s only bad if you think it is.”

“Hmm… Hey, keep your eyes on me for a sec, okay?”

That’s all my eyes have been doing ever since you came out of that stall.

She seems hesitant about something, but she then claps her hands together and takes a deep breath. Using the tile floors of the department store, she gives herself a quick twirl on one foot and comes to an abrupt stop. She tries to make eye contact with me, but her embarrassment seems to get the best of her and she looks away from me.

“D-D-Did you see…?”

Was I suppose to be looking for something? “I saw you do a twirl. Was there something you wanted to catch?”

Her face quickly becomes red, “My underwear…”

… Huh? Confused, all I can do was stare at her with a blank look. I can’t even manage to think of something to say. Samantha walks up to me and pokes me on my cheek after noticing my reaction.

“D-Did you you see them?”

“If you’re so worried about somebody seeing your panties while you’re wearing a skirt, just go grab a pair of leggings or something.”

She puffs up her cheeks a bit and folds her arms, “I forgot about those…” She lets out a small chuckle and continues talking, “Where would I be without you?”

“Probably back at home with your parents locked away in your room playing video games.”

“That sounds about right. Wait here for a minute. I’m gonna go find something I can wear under this.”

She gives me a small smile before walking out of the changing section and onto the main floor of the clothing section. I let out a deep sigh and reflect on how I managed to keep Samantha from dying of embarrassment so many times; I’ve done it a lot.

The door to the stall is cracked open a bit, so I can see all of the different kinds of outfits she has organized inside. Normally, clothing doesn’t catch my interest, but being stuck here after a certain amount of time wore me down. I give in and step into the stall, closing the door behind me.

On both sides of the stall are perfectly organized sets of clothes and outfits while a full sized mirror is on the back wall.

“I wish she kept her closet this neat,” I say out loud.

When I look into the mirror, I can see myself dressed in my normal black and white business outfits. I was never fond of skirts, so I always wore pants of some kind. After looking at a row of skirts Samantha brought into the booth, I shrug and decide to experiment to kill some time. Knowing her, she’s going to find a pair of leggings she likes and eventually get distracted by seeing more cute clothes on the way back.

Without thinking, I randomly grabbed a few pieces of clothing off the walls and quickly change into them. I look into the mirror for the results. In my blind picking, I ended up grabbing a blue and white stripped long sleeve and a skirt, in a much darker shade of blue, that ends just below my knees. Everything fits nicely without any tightening.

I stand in front of the mirror and look at the person in it, “I feel so weird like this.”

Something doesn’t feel right though. I take off my glasses, putting them on a small pile of clothes on the floor, and fix my hair, letting a small section of it hang out over my chest. Upon further looking, I notice that the green in my hair is slowly fading, giving way to my natural blonde tone underneath.

As I’m focused on the mirror, I can hear Samantha calling out again, “Alex, I’m back! Are you in here?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right out.”

As if nothing happens, I turn around and walk out of the booth. When I step out, Samantha has a surprised look on her face.

“Whoops. Sorry, I think I’m at the wrong booth.”

Samantha quickly leaves and starts walking a bit further down the row of changing stalls.

What the hell?

I walk over to her and tap her on the shoulder. She turns around and looks at me.

“Yes, Miss?”

“‘Miss?’ Sam, it’s me.”

For some reason, Samantha backs up a bit and quints her eyes at me. As if she really has to focus in order to figure out what’s going on. After putting two and two together, she gasps and runs up to me, running her hands all over me.

“S-Sam! You look… you look…”

“I know, I know. Nothing suits me.”

“You look adorable! You’re even wearing a skirt and you hate wearing them! I totally didn’t recognize you. It’s like you had a transformation or something!”

“All I did was change clothes and take off my glasses… How can I look that different?”

A big smile appears on Sam’s face, “I can show you how different you look just by changing clothes!”

She grabs me by the wrist and forcefully pulls me into the changing booth with her. She starts taking clothes off of the sides and sizes them up on me.

What the hell did I just get myself into now…?

— via Daily Prompt: Transformation Transformation

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