Mentally mapping out the wing, Marcia quickly determined that the exit was closer than her bag. She walked up to the door, took a few deep breaths, threw open the door, and made her run for the exit.
She sensed as the banshee saw her and began its pursuit. She was only a few steps away from the double door exit when her legs cramped and she fell. Cursing her unathletic past, Marcia forces herself up just in time to feel the spirit grab hold of her back.
The chill once again rushes through her body and Marcia could already feel the effects. Stretching forward, Marcia twisted one of the handles and pushed the door open. She wrapped her hands around the other door and pulled against the banshee's grip.
The moment her body passed through the doorway, she felt the hands vanish and she stumbled back into the central hall. After regaining her balance, Marcia turned towards the path to the Men's Wing and attempted to take a step forward. Only to nearly trip on the pants and underwear that now rested around her ankles.
Marcia had no choice but to step out of them along with her shoes in order to walk unimpeded. On the "brightside", her now oversized shirt now hung far enough to preserve some of her dignity. Marcia looked around to see if anyone was around, then pulled the front of her shirt forward to get a good look at her body.
She groaned in annoyance when she saw the damage. Her body had gone from scrawny teen to petite girl. Her breasts were barely enough to fill out a training bra and her pubic hair all but nonexistent.
"Great, someone has the case of the haunted middle school they'll definitely come to me."
Marcia shook her head, she needed to stop moping. Right now she still had a job that needed doing. That banshee was about to feel her wrath. She took her first step towards the Men's Wing and shivered as her foot touched the cold floor. Maybe some new clothes might be a better first step.