Three women vanish inside a suburban boutique. Two return. Changed. Daniel Hunter's wife was only supposed to be gone twenty minutes. A quick return to Solstice-the local boutique known for its soft lighting, subtle mirrors, and unnervingly perfect mannequins. But she never walked back out. The store claims she was never there. But Daniel has a receipt.

A timestamp that makes no sense. And a sweater Maya would never have bought. As he begins to investigate-alongside his best friend Marcus, a journalist chasing his own truths-Daniel uncovers a history of disappearances, renovations no one remembers, and women who come back wrong. Subtly wrong. Like something-or someone-reshaped them from the inside out. Beneath Solstice's polished surface, something waits. Something that doesn't sell clothing. It fits people.

And what it gives back. isn't always whole. Fitting Rooms is a psychological horror novel about identity, denial, and the terrifying possibility that the self we wear can be unstitched-and replaced.