There was a sharp knock on the door, and you jump a little, startled by the sudden noise. The door slowly swung open, and you saw your mother was standing there. You tensed, ready for her to demand to know who you were and what you were doing in your sister’s room.
“Genevičve? You said you wanted a ride to the mall before the slumber party tonight?” She asks, staring at you curiously. It was all you could do to keep your jaw from dropping. Apparently, whatever magic had transformed you into a girl had altered reality so that even your own mother thought you were a girl. You nod, deciding to go along with this for now. You could try to figure out what was going on later, you didn’t want to raise suspicion.
The ride to the mall was surreal. Your mom asks you a bunch of questions about what life is like in France, what you want to do when you get older, how you are liking being an exchange student here in America, and so on. You have to think for a bit after each question to find the proper English words; your thoughts are increasingly in French, and slipping back into what was your native language is getting more difficult.
After a while, you arrive at the mall, and, thanking your mom, you step out of the car. All your shoes appeared to have somehow become high heels while you had been changing, which had caused you a great deal of concern at first; after all, you had no idea how to walk in those things. But the second you slipped a pair on it was as if you’d been walking in then your whole life. You strut into the mall, a decidedly feminine sway to your hips.
You bounce from store to store, buying everything from makeup and jewelry to clothes. Dresses, skirts, blouses…..by the time you are done shopping you are almost staggering under the sheer number of items you bought. You are starting to get hungry, so you decide to head over to the food court. Placing your stuff down at a table you head up to the counter. It takes a little bit of trial and error, as the cashier struggles mightily to understand you through the thick French accent, but you manage to make your purchase and head back to the table.
Looking around you, you can see a number of people your age here. There was a table full of guys a few tables over and some girls at the other end. Or if you aren’t feeling social you could always just enjoy your meal and head back.