Something's still amiss (besides the fact that you're still a woman)

Looking around the room, something is very different. This isn't your bedroom! Your bed is covered with soft pink satin sheets. There is a very frilly, lacy feel to the entire room.

The leprechaun appears, grinning evilly. "So, are ye please with ye're wish?"

"Of course I'm not pleased!" you reply, becoming more used to your tinkling female voice. "This isn't my home!"

"Oh, but it is your home, lass," the leprechaun explains with delight. "Ye wished to be home, but ye neglected to specify WHOSE home you wanted to go to!"

"But I said I wanted to RETURN home," you protest. "How can I be returned to a place I've never been to?"

The leprechaun ponders that for a moment. "Ye're right, lassie. I didn't consider that. Damn."

"Hah!" you shout triumphantly. "Then you can't keep me here!"

The leprechaun smirks. "Ye think some technicality is goin' t' save you? Ye're stuck here, lass! Sorry!" Laughing, he fades away.

The tingly feeling resumes. You feel an urge to get out of bed, wash up, and change your clothes. After showering (which is an odd experience, considering you're still adjusting to having boobs and other female, uh, "details"), you dry off, wrap a towel around yourself, and walk to the bedroom closet.

Inside the closet are a variety of women's outfits. One section of the closet particularly catches your attention.

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