"What in the hell what the hell what the hell what the hell-" Paula hurriedly rushed out of the men's room. As soon as she exited, she encountered a line of ladies standing outside the women's room, all giving her confused looks.
Paula stood in awkward silence for a moment, before shrugging. "Nobody was in there, and this line was longer when I arrived." She then strode out of the uncomfortable situation with haste, looking back only to see two other women walk into the men's room.
"Well, aren't I influential." She muttered. The joke helped calm her nerves, as well as distract her from the fact that she... was now a she.
"Alright, let's see." She thought, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "I was guy this morning, hated my life, tried to order a burger, didn't have funds, wished people would do give me free things, grew tits, lost dick, went in bathroom, walked out of bathroom, am now being leered at by creepy guy sitting on a bench... where am I walking to?" She thought upon seeing some dud eyeing her body up and down.
Paula's recap of her day was interrupted as she looked around and noticed she was walking aimlessly, and had ended over by Sears. She found a bench, and started rubbing her forehead as she tried recounting anything that might've been off before the change. SHe nearly scratched herself thanks to her longer nails.
"Let's see... maybe that wish I made? But I've wished for a lot of things before! I certainly didn't win the lottery or get in bed with half the people I see on calendars after wishing for it. And I most certainly didn't wish for these!" She fumed, staring at her chest. "Maybe-"
Any other thoughts she could've been having were interrupted, yet again. This time, by a phone in her purse. Wait, when did she even get a purse? "When did I pick that up? Wait, I just got changed into a girl, and I'm questioning a purse?" She sneered aloud.
Reaching inside, she turned on a pink iPhone and opened a text message she received from Hank, Paul's older boss.
It read: "Hey Paula, I'm sorry to spoil your vacation, but you're going to need to come in tomorrow. I know you and Ida were planning a trip, but Mark bailed, AGAIN, and we're gonna need someone to scam some schmucks, and you're the best in the business. Sorry again, hope to hear back from you soon."
"Oh goody, so not only have I turned INTO a girl but apparently everyone remembers me as one too! Freaking perfect Paul... Well, at least Paula was basically my name anyway. Could've been something worse like Paulina or something." She thought.
"Nope. You know what, screw it!" She said, louder than she meant to. "My old life sucked anyway. I may be a chick, but who knows, maybe this version has it better off. Besides, it's not like I know how this even happened." She finished her rant internally, not realizing that the Coin of Arzu sat safely in her purse. And so Paula left the bench and started walking around. After realizing she was still hungry, she went back to the restaurant from before.
"Hey, can I get a triple burger?" Paula asked, with a fake but bimbo-ish sounding tone to her voice that would've driven her crazy when she was a younger Paul.
Puberty's bitch was still working, only this time instead of his eyes rolling, they looked about ready to pop out of his skull. They were firmly planted on her cleavage.
"Uh, sure, miss. Um, listen, if you want, we got rid of the five dollar menu a while ago, but that was recent, so if you still wanna just pay the five..."
Paula wanted to smack the boy, remembering how just a short while ago this little puke had just brushed him off so easily. Instead she nodded, got out a five, and quick as you like, the burger was in front of her being served by the horny teen. She made sure to pluck the burger away before his drool got to it.
"So I was thinking, since I just did you a solid-"
"Nope." Paula already figured where this was going. "And unless you start grow a personality decent enough to distract from your face, you better get used to that response."
A verbal slap felt about as good as a physical slap when on the giving end, and she left to go enjoy a meal. As she consumed her meal, she wondered a great many things. Who was Ida, who was she now, how did she still have the same job, how did everyone know of her? Did Paul ever exist? How's Zit Fisto doing?
She looked over to see a very pouty looking teenager, scowling to himself.
"All in all," she said to herself in between bites. "This may work out for me yet."
She continued to eat, but quickly realized that with her new small stature, there was no way in Hell that she was going to finish a triple burger. After about halfway through, she felt ready to puke. She wiped of some meat from her breasts, brushed her now long and annoying hair from her face, and was preparing to leave when...