Kristen nods her head, smiling at the old man. He seems like such a nice guy. For some reason she feels vaguely uneasy, just for a second, but then the small bubble of anxiety is gone, as if it had never existed. "Sure," she says. "But make sure it's extra skin-tight, okay?"
The old man reaches into a box and pulls out some kind of super-hero costume. It's a black latex bodysuit with spiked heels and a small mask. He holds it out to her and she steps into it, first one leg, then the other. She has to wiggle and tug to get it up past her thighs, but she does. Then she turns around and puts her hands above her head. The old man zippers up the back. She spins around. "Wow!" she says. "I feel great." He hands her the mask and she puts it on.
"And now I want you to do something for me," the old man says.
"Anything!"
The old man takes out a wand and waves it around in the air, as if he's conducting an invisible orchestra. "I'm transporting you someplace. I'll give you more information on your mission when you get there." With that, Kristen vanishes, and the old man turns a sign around on the door of his shop, signifying that it is closed.
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