Your mind reels from the options before you. The gauntlet of lights on the first floor were fun and leave you curious how many who enter will leave as the same sex they started with, but you want to do more. It's not until you spy the escalator at the center of the mall that you swoon with inspiration.
Before you begin, you inspect both levels of the mall. On the upper level is the men's suit store and other mainly male apparel locations. Sure, there are some places for cute accessories and a few places to eat along with card shops and whatnot but even eyeballing the upper level you see far more men than women shopping on that level. Of course, it could be partly due to the surplus of ladies you've made on the ground floor but you seem to recall this is usually the case.
Just shining the light on the side of the escalator doesn't work at first though. So, you fuss with it a bit. Eventually, you figure out a plan. Waiting for a lull in the foot traffic, you aim the light just behind you on the reflective metal of the escalator. With a steady but broad beam, the reflection starts to change tone. Instead of a rainbow-like or distorted gleam, the upstairs escalator now carries a blue tint for whatever light falls on it, like it has been strangely polished.
Glad to be at the top with no changes to your girlish self, you camp out on a nearby railing and watch the results. Bare-faced men who get on arrive with scruffy faces, hard six packs, and a chiseled look. Soft and doughy guys also get a masculine buff, although sometimes the results are mixed between football linebackers, romance novel farm hands, and metrosexuals.
While this wide variety fascinates you, the real test comes when the first ladies step onto escalator. A pair of girlfriends board the escalator as you realize the determining factor. Some people hurried up the escalator and some took it at a regular pace. The girls emerge looking like weightlifters in muscle shirts because they took their time. Your eyes flick to a vivid shadow shifting around in their gym shorts as they pass you with a quick, flirty look. A shiver washes through your womanly body.
You kill a decent amount of time just boy watching. Some fragment of your original self freaks out but he's easily nudged aside. Eventually, remembering your plan, you find a lull on the downward escalator and aim a steady beam at the area right behind you. The pinkish tint is similarly subtle to the other but especially amusing when you inspect the escalators.
Since one end of the mall has an up escalator and there's a down one over by the game shop, Infinite 1Ups, you feel it's fair that anyone riding up has a fifty percent chance of no changes and a fifty percent chance heading down. As there are also two elevators, you decide to pick the nearest one and shine a tight, bright blue beam on the button for level 2 and a pink one for ground. The illuminated part of the button that lights up when pressed now bears a corresponding color tint. Camping out on a nearby bench, you observe your handiwork.
From the second level you observe a father and teenaged son getting on the down escalator. While the dad hangs back, the son hustles ahead to the ground floor. His dirty-blond hair flows into a sloppy ponytail. Wearing a comfortable, black graphic tee, and jean shorts, the cute but tomboyish girl turns around to look.
Several paces behind her another teen girl steps off the escalator. Her black, glittering heels gingerly step over the threshold as she balances several bags in her arms. Instead of a short, balding cut, long, swooping brunette hair falls past her shoulder. Pretty bracelets decorate her slim arms as she passes some of the bags to her friend.
The wide, round neckline of her red blouse is provocative without showing off too much cleavage. Her breasts are slightly bigger than yours and her dark, jean miniskirt displays her gorgeous legs. Though the dad was slow before, the new teen girl strides at a confident pace with her friend.
Seeing the process before you on the escalator is more fun than the magician's trick like swap of a body builder getting on upstairs and a glamour model stepping out on the ground floor. You watch the changes for a while and enjoy the circulation of transformation until you get another idea for what to try next.