You set the tubbaware on the couch as you click the lid on top, as you swallow the last of the tiny morsels still on your tongue. You walk back to the fridge and put the tinies in the fridge, heading to your bedroom, where you look through your assortment of transformed people now clothes.
You pull out a pair of tight jeans and a nice white blouse before putting them on, loving the feeling of the cloth against your bare skin. You squeal in excitement before snapping your fingers and appearing in the parking lot to the large mall.
You pull your sunglasses down over your eyes and trot inside, entering through the front doors, and looking at the three story structure full of potential targets for your hyaneous crimes you looked to pull off. You look all around before deciding to head to
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