The hose melted instantly, reappearing up her legs slowly. She gained a neat pencil skirt and grey blouse with a white clean undershirt. Her hair became a neat brunette bun and face prettied up with makeup and familiar traits. These traits echoed throughout her entire body, right down to her new dark mary jane heels clacking with ecstasy. Her entire body morphed in waves and than was complete. With a serene smile, the new chipper cashier knew this to be so.
She tried to think of her old name, but the only name that came to mind was "Cashier." She had no former memories or identity, the nylon had overwashed her mind and very soul with happy thoughts of being a good employee, selling nylon and hiring other girls to work alongside her. She was a Cashier and wore her nylon hose proudly, what more could she want?
What was she doing here anyway? She had to get to work.
If only due to her new acceptance, the new Cashier completely missed the irony in the fact that her appearance, from her head to toe and pretty little face, was now identical to the Cashier she'd run into earlier. Now she'd look as pretty as her forever!
