I waited as Sam changed back into her overalls. As she emerged from the fitting room I could see that luckily her overalls still fit. It looked like the overalls had enlarged to fit her now larger butt/hips. This also meant that the overalls were even baggier on her rail thin legs. I laughed to myself thinking that 2 hours ago Sam was this bruising athlete that came off as a sexist pig, and now he was this tiny tiny woman who looked like her breasts and hips had been copied and pasted from a normal sized woman.
“Quit smirking asshole.” Sam said as she walked up to me and handed me the boy-shorts. She had this look in her eyes that I still couldn’t quite place. It was like she hated and loved everything that was going on.... Like she was constantly conflicted.
“Can we go now?” She asked.
“O... yeah sure.” I said coming back from my inner thoughts.
“You really need to quit staring at me like a fucking creeper.” The tiny Sam instructed as we paid and walked out of the store.
Walking back out into the mall Sam almost collided with a person flying by on a mobility scooter. I grabbed her arm pulling her out of the way of the scooter. “I just saved your life.” I said being a smart ass.
“I can take care of myself.” Sam shot back.
My hand was still around her bicep. “Not with these muscles you aren’t.” I gave her bony arm a squeeze causing Sam to winch. “Geeze Sam you should spend some more time working out and less time reading Harry Potter.” I laughed as I could see her get angry at my comment.
“I’m not some fucking Potter nerd.” She said jerking her arm free from my hand. She was clearly frustrated at my comment.
“So little Sam has never read the books? Sure ya haven’t” I laughed as her face grew more frustrated.
“Fine. I read them once....” She paused. “As a kid....” She paused again. “And that was it.” I could tell by the way the words came out of her mouth that she was bullshitting me, but I decided not to push it. I hadn’t meant to make her a Harry Potter fan girl, but then again I wasn’t sure if that comment had done it or she gained that trait back when she became the frail little Sam. “Her head must be swimming with two different lives floating around in there.” I thought to myself.
“Okay Sam. How about a snack at the food court?” I asked her.
“Sure...” She said in an indifferent tone.