The hat store

A bell chimed as a young boy wearing a bright yellow baseball cap entered the store. The boy looked around the store, taking in the sight of many shelves covered with all kinds of hats. Walking further in and turning left, the boy found a employee who was restocking a shelf.
"Excuse me," the boy said, causing the employee to pause. The employee turned toward the boy.
"Yes?" The employee asked as she straightened her beret.
"I'm looking for a new hat." The boy told her, offering her a wide grin. "David Lock said this was the best place to find a cool one."
The employee studied the boy, then returned his smile. "Mister Lock is an excellent judge of hats. The collection you want is in the back."
The employee led the boy to a small room in the back of the store. There, the boy looked around at the small selection of hats. There were some that were plain-looking and battered, along with others that were strange creations that were difficult to imagine someone wearing.
The boy searched among the hats, rejecting one after another without trying them on. Then the boy picked up a straw cowboy hat that had a red braided hat band. After studying it for a few moments, the boy nodded and turned to the employee.
"This one will suffice."
The employee gave a nod and held out her hand. The boy took off his baseball hat. The moment it left his head the boy lost all distinguishing features, becoming a living mannequin. The mannequin lifted the cowboy hat to its smooth head. The mannequin became taller as new features began to form. After a minute, a woman with curly blonde hair was wearing the cowboy hat.
Releasing a laugh, the cowgirl stretched her arms. "It feels nice to be tall again." She told the employee, who nodded after placing the yellow baseball cap on a shelf.
"You still have freckles." The employee commented before motioning toward a door. "If you head into the office, one of the others will provide you with new identification. I must return to the store."