You return to the parking lot, wondering how far you can make car changes. You just changed a parked car. What if you change one that's being driven? Would it change the driver inside?
It's approaching dusk, so some of the cars have their lights on. You choose a silver Hyundai because it's ambling in front of the mall through a pedestrian walkway. Training the beam carefully, you lead it ahead of the car. Despite trying to change the whole car, just the headlights on the front change, turning to a usable but bright shade of pink. The wash of the lights is beyond you but directed on a group of teen boys making their way into the mall.
With a squealing pump of their brakes, the silver car stops in front of a group of Japanese girls with aquamarine streaks in their black hair, silken tops, and glossy vinyl mini skirts with high heels. Setting the brake, a large black man, who has the muscles of a college linebacker but the shocked presence of Ferdinand the Bull before a flower, steps out of the car and gawks at the sudden appearance of flashy, pretty Japanese girls in front of his car.
Almost to himself, he asks, "Did ya see that?" You hold your tongue and wonder if holding the wheel counts the same as holding the flashlight for memory, as you fight with your own awareness of what happened. Since you are slightly behind his vehicle, his head doesn't turn in his direction. You make sure your flashlight is turned off and put away in your purse.
He calls out to the new girls but they are already out of earshot and making their way into the mall. The sweep of the headlights illuminate over a sign on a nearby department store which reads, in fancy script, "Glamorous Women's Kimonos". Searching your memory, you notice it looks out of place beside the other signs but aren't sure what it might've read before.
The tender but buff black man walks over to the front of his vehicle to examine the pink tint to his headlights. You blink and puzzle over the echoes of arousal you feel for the driver as you see a dainty, pale young woman with a blend of Caucasian and Japanese features.
Stepping back from the front of her idle car, she fixes her short, fluffy mop of brown hair, revealing the silvery sparkle of ornate studs in her ears. The bubblegum twinkle of her pink lips part as her adorable face gives a frustrated puff. A see-through, black jacket reveals her slim arms as she clicks off her pink-tinted lights. She wears a black, vinyl mini skirt, much like the other girls and crunches through the sidewalk gravel on hot-pink heels.
While her snug, sleeveless black-and-white striped blouse only hints at her subdued bust, the lines of her bra suggest she's bigger underneath than you might expect.
Before she gets into her car and drives off to unknown changes and fates, you raise your arm and ask, "Could you help me?"
With nervous, leaf-like suprise, she notices you. As you strain, you sense she was someone else a minute ago, same as those teens. You aren't sure if the make of the car had some role to play in the appearance of those in the path of the beam but it is the only idea you have in a mess of confused thoughts.
Trying your best not to sound nervous too, you ask the girl, "Can you give me a lift? I missed my bus."
You're not especially tall but you still have a a full head of height on her, even with her heels. She draws her legs together and dips her head shyly, answering with a faint, Japanese accent, "Oh, I dunno. I would like to help. But my car is being...very very weird. The light is broke. I think."
She bends over to turn on the light and puzzles, open mouthed, as the light has return to its regular, untinted gleam. Spinning back towards you, she stammers wordlessly like a fish on the shore, looking like she's about to break down in tears and lose control of her bladder at the same time as her legs squirm.
Before she can pass out from embarrassment, you tell her it is fine and set a hand on her shoulder for support. Her hot, nervous embarrassment gives her a slight shiver as her apologizes profusely and unlocks the door to let you in the passenger side.