Now the spitting image of Anjali, you begin digging in your pockets, unable to find your wallet. You begin to feel your panic return as you realize all your belongings vanished with your old form.
You look at your chest and grab at the locket between your breasts, pulling it over your long, black braids of hair. Wrestling it out, you open it and see a small picture of you — that is, Anjali — and what your mind instantly recognizes as your boyfriend.
You feel your heart flutter for a moment before stopping in confusion and put the locket back on, unsure what happened. Convinced that this is real, you head to the door when you notice a pink bag that your mind tells you is yours.
You open it and find inside binders, pencils, and all manners of things, all belonging to Anjali. You even find attached to the big the tennis racket you've seen her carry around in the hall.
You're unsure how her things got here, but you shrug it off and throw it over your shoulder, returning to class and leaving the stall, not noticing it was the Women's Restroom.