Her company had a big convention upcoming and Phoebe needed to look her best. She'd called into an upmarket couturier and stood trying on a designer pants-suit in their changing rooms. It was a charcoal gray and so well cut. She twirled in front of the mirror and frowned. Could she see a hint of VPL over her ass?
Frowning, she stripped off the suit and hung it up then, making sure the curtain was securely drawn, stepped out of her panties. Now she wore only her bra and that looked silly so she removed that, too. Another glance in the mirror showed a woman of twenty-two, standing 5'4" now she was naked, sporting a fashionably short haircut. A pretty heart-shaped face with neatly shaped eyebrows, brown eyes, a pert nose over kissable lips. Looking down she took a C-cup bra, her boobs tipped with dusky nipples while her pussy was freshly waxed. The only thing she didn't like was her ass which was somewhat larger than she wanted.
She reached for the pants-suit wanting to see how it wore without underwear as she could pick up better lingerie afterwards. Her hand flew to her throat and she jumped out of her skin when an alarm brayed, shattering the store's buzz. Immediately the clothing assistant wrenched the curtain aside revealing Phoebe's nakedness.
"My purse!" Phoebe cried as she managed to snatch her blouse and hold it to her front.
"No time, this isn't a drill; there's a real fire," the assistant said, panic in her voice. The woman grabbed Phoebe's forearm and pulled her out of the changing room leaving the purse behind.
Outside, she smelled smoke on the air and saw a group of frightened women heading towards the main stairwell. Suddenly all the lights switched off and the only illumination came from windows at the far end of the floor. The assistant cried out with fear. Still in the assistant's grasp, stumbling in the gloom, they followed the women making their way to the stairwell.