Not sure if want...

You wander around the city, lost in thought. You desperately think of any way you could fix all of your life’s problems. After some time you look up, and realize you have yet another dilemma.

You have no idea where you are.

Nervously, you glance at the nearby buildings to see if you recognize any of them. None of them are familiar. You don’t even see any street signs. Dammit. You feel a drop of water on your nose and look up. The sky has gotten cloudy and it is about to rain heavily. You put your arms over your head and run into the nearest store. You look at the faded sign hung above the door. It reads: “The ‘New You’ Clothing Store”.

I like where this is headed.....

Is this CYOA or just a story you made?

>>32566309
This is just exposition, soon it will be a CYOA.

The store is dark and cramped. The shelves are completely stuffed with various outfits. The cashier, a well-groomed young man with blond hair and half-rimmed glasses, looks at you as you run in.
“I-I had to get out of the … you don’t mind if I stay here for a while?” you mumble. You feel a twinge of regret for being rude and barging in, not to mention stuttering. And your scruffy appearance does little to help, too.

“No, not at all,” says the man. He goes back to reading his book – The Plays of D. H. Hwang. You shuffle to the back of the store and sit down in a corner. From here, you can see that the place is completely empty, except for you and him. You sigh, and run your hair through your hands. You curse your fate again. ‘Why did I have to do that?’ you think. ‘That was completely embarrassing.’

‘No’, you think. ‘That’s enough. I need to keep my mind on something else.’ Lacking anything else to do, you decide to browse the store. The clothes are neatly divided into sections. You wander around the Men’s section at the moment before wandering over to the Women’s. There, something captures your eye.

Second Person is for faggots.

This would be my story, but I'm my problem is not that I'm ronery, I'm lazy...

A lone schoolgirl’s uniform, hidden between the dirty and grungy coats. It’s a complete set – blouse, sweater, tie, skirt, and even stockings. The clothes are immaculate – they almost glow, even in the dank atmosphere of this store. You feel … tempted. You argue with yourself about whether or not you should buy it.

>>32566412
brace for greatness

>>32566412
Here we go!

You quickly run over to the changing room, wondering if the clerk saw you. You slam the door shut and catch your breath. A few seconds later, you undo the top buttons on the blouse. Then you realize something strange.

Your hands look smaller, and thinner. Your fingernails, once grubby and untrimmed, are now clean and rounded. Like a girl’s hands.

‘Is this real? Or am I just imagining things?’ you think. You look in the mirror and confirm your suspicions. Your skin is now clear and soft. Your face looks completely different – your nose is smaller, your lips are now petite, your teeth are perfect, and your mouth is open – in shock. In short, you look more … feminine. A girl version of you.

>>32566412
Oh god be a troll please.

/a/'s dreams come true