The mall’s ambient noise faded into the background as more customer stepped into the enchanted lingerie store. Another customer that come in was a woman in her early forties—Sophia—who strode in with confident energy. Claire greeted her with a smile.
“Hi there! What can we do for you today?”
Sophia leaned in conspiratorially. “My husband’s birthday is next week, and I want to surprise him. I heard you have panties that can… turn back time?”
Claire chuckled. “Ah, the Virginity Restoration Panties. They’re a popular choice for special occasions.” She led Sophia to the display. “Wear them, and your body will reset to its virgin state. Perfect for a little… roleplay.”
Sophia’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Exactly what I had in mind.” She selected a lace-trimmed pair, then hesitated. “Does it come in different styles?”
“Of course,” Claire said, pulling out a few more options—one in black satin, another with a bow detail. “For variety.”
Sophia laughed, tucking them all into her bag. “My husband won’t know what hit him.”
Another customer entered the enchanted lingerie store—a lanky middle school boy with tousled brown hair and nervous energy radiating off him in waves. Lisa greeted him with her usual bright smile, noting how his eyes darted around the store like he was afraid someone might recognize him.
“Hey there,” Lisa said, keeping her voice casual. “Looking for something special today?”
The boy—Zach, as he introduced himself in a near-whisper—fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt. “Um, yeah. I, uh… I heard you have bras that can… make things grow?” He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing pink.
Lisa nodded, unfazed. “You’re interested in the Prepubescent Training Bra?”
Zach’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! I mean… I like wearing girls’ clothes sometimes, and I’ve been noticing how the girls in my class are all… you know, start developing.” He gestured vaguely at his chest. “I want that too. But, like, for real.” He quickly added, “My parents said it’s okay! They signed this.” He pulled out a permission slip from his pocket with his mother’s signature, as if Lisa might demand proof.
Lisa chuckled, waving it off. “No need for paperwork here. I believe you.” She led him to a display of soft, pastel training bras with tiny bows. “This one will reset your chest to a girl’s prepubescent state, then let it develop naturally—just like a girl’s. It’ll take a few weeks, though. And fair warning…” She leaned in conspiratorially. “It might feel a little sore or itchy when the growth starts. Like, really itchy.”
Zach’s nose wrinkled. “Like a mosquito bite?”
“Worse,” Lisa said, grinning. “But totally worth it.”
Zach left with three training bras—one white, one pale blue, and one lavender—clutched in a discreet black bag, his steps lighter now that his secret was out in the open and soon, so would his new curves.
The next customers were a young couple, their fingers intertwined as they browsed the store with giddy smiles. Claire approached them, her tone warm. “Welcome! Planning something fun?”
The wife—Lila—beamed. “We just got married last month, and we’re ready to start trying for a baby!” Her husband, Daniel, nodded enthusiastically.
Claire clasped her hands together. “Oh, you’ll love the Fertility Panties! Wear them for even a minute, and within 24 hours of taking them off, boom—pregnancy guaranteed.”
Lila’s eyes widened. “No way. That’s perfect!”
Daniel, however, looked intrigued. “Wait, how does that work if, like… I wear them?”
Claire’s grin turned sly. “Oh, it works the same. If you wear them, any woman you’re with will get pregnant. And if both of you wear them?” She paused for effect. “Twins.”
The couple gasped in unison. “Twins?!” Lila squeaked.
“Two for the price of one,” Claire said with a wink. “But only if you’re both wearing them when you, you know… do the deed.”
Daniel and Lila exchanged a look, then burst out laughing. “We’ll take two pairs,” Daniel said, sliding his arm around his wife’s waist. “Just in case we feel adventurous.”
The next customer was a woman in her twenties with a strain vibrant purple hair and a confident stride. Lisa approached her with a grin. "Hey there! What can we do for you today?"
The woman—Aria—nodded excitedly. “Yeah! I’m a cosplayer, But I keep running into the same problem. Some characters have, like, huge boobs, and others are totally flat. and I’m so tired of stuffing bras or binding my chest for different characters. It’s a pain to pad or bind every time.” She sighed dramatically. “I heard you have bras that can, uh… adjust things?”
Lisa smirked. “Oh, we’ve got you covered. The Busty Bra for when you need more, the Flatty Bra for when you need less. And—” She held up the Reset Nightgown. “This’ll put you back to normal after the con. No fuss.”
Aria’s eyes sparkled. “This is life-changing.” She grabbed two Busty Bras, one black, one nude, two Flatty Bras for flat-chested characters, and the nightgown. “Next convention, I’m gonna be unstoppable.” Aria declare it.
The afternoon sun streamed through the boutique windows as a young couple in their mid twenties entered, their fingers intertwined and their eyes alight with playful curiosity. Claire recognized that look immediately—adventurous souls ready to dip into the store’s more unconventional offerings.
“Welcome!” Claire chirped, stepping forward. “What can I help you two find today?”
The woman—Natalie—bit her lip before speaking, her voice a mix of excitement and hesitation. “So, we heard you have, um… panties that can… switch things up?” She gestured vaguely between herself and her husband, Liam, whose ears had turned pink.
Claire’s grin turned knowing. “Ah, the Genderswap Panties. Our most interactive item.” She led them to a display of bold red lingerie, the tags simply reading: "Try Me." “Wear these, and your genitals anatomy will flip. Women become physically male, men become physically female—down to every last detail.”
Liam’s eyebrows shot up. “Every detail?”
“Every. Single. One,” Claire confirmed, her tone mischievous. “Sensation included.”
Natalie giggled, nudging Liam. “Told you.”
But Claire held up a finger. “Now, before you get too excited, there’s a big disclaimer.” Her expression turned serious. “If you two get… carried away while swapped, and Liam here ends up pregnant—”
“Wait, what?!” Liam yelped.
“Oh yeah,” Claire said, nodding gravely. “If you conceive while you have female genitals, the panties won’t switch you back until the baby’s born. Same goes for the Reset Nightgown—it can’t undo a pregnancy.”
Natalie’s eyes widened. “So if we… you know… and he gets pregnant, he’s stuck like that for nine months?”
“Yep,” Claire said. “Which is why I strongly recommend protection. Or, if you’re feeling really adventurous—” She plucked a Busty Bra and Lactation Bra from a nearby rack. —you might want these on standby. Along with the Reset Nightgown for afterward.”
Liam looked equal parts horrified and intrigued. “So let me get this straight. If I get pregnant, I’d need these to, like… breastfeed?”
“Exactly,” Claire said. “And Natalie could wear the Lactation Bra too, if you need backup. Teamwork makes the dream work.”
Natalie burst out laughing. “This is the weirdest shopping trip of my life.”
The couple then exchanged a glance, some silent agreement passing between them. "Okay," Liam said, exhaling dramatically. "Let’s do it. But—" He pointed at Natalie. "You’re explaining this to our moms if things go sideways."
Natalie giggled, tossing two pairs of Genderswap Panties into their basket, followed by a Busty Bra, Lactation Bra, and the Reset Nightgown. "Just in case accident happen."
As they checked out, Claire handed them the bag with a grin. "Happy swapping. And congrats in advance."
As the door closed behind them, Claire sidled up to Lisa, shaking her head. “I give it three days before he’s back here panicking about morning sickness.”
Lisa smirked. “I’ll start a betting pool.”