Katie tapped and stroked each pair of socks, making them bright, pastel colors. The other newly minted Katie-look alike giggled, happy to see such fine fashion taste from her original converter. As Katie reached a line of tights and pantyhose, with a simple touch they turned striped and bright as ever, now differing colors and silky smooth as ever. She reached through the racks and told the shy associate who'd been called up to announce her favorite color.
"B-brown. I like brown, usually." The associate co-worker said.
Both Katie's laughed, and hi-fived each other with glee. "Brown? Who the hell likes brown, that's the color of dirt n' shit, you've got horrible taste girl and I pity your lowly self if your favorite color is that of feces."
"..." The co-worker clenched her fist, ready to deck them at any moment and run off.
"Now pink, or say Purple, bright fuschia even. Now THAT'S a totes great shade." She said, tampering a striped pair of tights to become fuschia pink and purple in alternating rows. She hung it up towards the Co-worker, dangled it in front of her face and told her to quickly strip her slacks, before playing with it like she was about to shoot it off like a slingshot.
