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I'm so excited about this new job, redesigning Gracey's department store! I'm starting right here, in the main display window, where we need to change EVERYTHING! I quickly call my step-brother on my phone, to thank him for the neurotransmitter device he let me borrow - it's been amazing for increasing my creativity. He starts warning me about not pressing the other buttons but I dismiss him - I'm obviously not going to, and I need to get back to work. But what's this? Suddenly, my fingers don't seem to be behaving as though under my control! I keep unbuttoning my blouse, and as fast as I can refasten them, I just find myself undoing them again. Then it's the zipper of my skirt. I just keep unzipping it and can't seem to control myself. A group of tourists have gathered, and are staring in at me through the window - do they think I'm doing this on purpose? And when's it going to stop? Surely I'm not going to end up exposing my silk slip, my lace lingerie, or even my NAKED BODY to a growing crowd of members of the ******? SURELY not!!