"We're heading for the mall?! " Paul shrieked" as she saw her mom change direction. "I can't can't let anyone see me like this!"
"Relax, sweetie" her mom answered. "I'm just going to pick something up for dinner. Does a burger sound good? You won't even have to get out of the car."
Paul gave a slightly timid reply, showing her discomfort. Mom's face softened. "I know this is hard, but its going to be ok. Besides, who is going to recognize you? All they'll see is a little girl in a dress. Seriously, though. You will have to go to the mall to get some clothes if you're still a girl..."
"Mom!"
Mom didn't reply, since they had arrived, ignoring the pouting Paul in the back. She quickly gave an order, ignoring Paul's loud protests for something bigger than the girls' meal that she had ordered for her increasing sour looking new daughter. Once the meal was collected, both mother and daughter started talking again.
"For someone afraid of being recognized, you sure was loud" mom said.
"You got me some stupid little girls' meal with a crappy girls' toy" Paul protested.
"Language, miss" mom cautioned.
Ï'm not a little girl!"
"Sorry, but you are a little girl. I know this is hard for you, but until you change back, you're an eight year old girl, Paul. Be thankful I haven't had to call you by a girls' name yet."
Paul grumbled, as she reached for her schoolbag, hoping the weird medallion had somehow fallen into it. As she opened it, she gave a shriek of dismay, and in a louder and hysterical voice, said "What the fuck..."
"What did it just tell you..." mom started, but Paul cut her off. "You don't understand. I.. it changed" she wailed.
"What?"
"My schoolbooks are pink!" Paul gasped, as everything came out as a panicked mess. "And my spare clothes are now a girls' school uniform. Its got a skirt! And the name on these books.... Its Belle"