(Author's Note: This is based on the stories by MasterStroke.)
On the other side of town, a new store was opening up in the Pleasantvale Mall, a small strip mall that used to be a bustling place for shoppers, but more recently has been in a state of decay, especially since most retail centers moved to the south side, by the new highway that was put there about twenty years ago.
This new store was a women's clothing shop and it was called Female Designs. The proprietor of the establishment (Mark) had discovered a special kind of fabric and used it in all of the clothing in the store. This special fabric allowed him to change any woman wearing it so that she better matched his specifications of the "perfect" woman. It was a slow process, but over the course of a week, any woman wearing his shop's clothing would become a horny nymphomaniac bimbo. And it wasn't just a mental thing. The women actually looked the part as well.
But Mark's new "female revolution" couldn't start until he had a costumer. From there, he could begin to manipulate the woman and then the rest of society as he saw fit. What was particularly nice about these clothes, besides the effect on the wearer, was that the wearer could eventually persuade others to do things that they normally wouldn't do. It was a good way of getting women to join the new revolution (and for men to "cheer" them on). Mark hoped it would change the face of the world. But one step at a time.
He had sent out fliers to random houses in the neighborhood, to try to wrangle someone in. He knew almost all of them would ignore them, but all he needed was one customer. And now, as he stood in the silent store, he watched as a single car parked in the crumbling parking lot out front.
He smiled.
