Paul stood in the doorway, stunned. She had just screamed, and wasn't too surprised to see that it attracted her mother. ""My room..."
Ï can see its.. different" mom said, seeing that Paul was understandably freaking out. Quickly, see placed a hand on Paul's hair to calm her down. "Still a mess though." It had the desired effect.
"What does matter? Its affecting reality, mom. All my stuff is gone, replaced with all this pink crap" Paul said sourly. "What if things are still changing? I don't wanna be stuck like this, 'mommy'."
Mom grimaced. Lying, she said, "Ï doubt it. Why don't we have our dinner, and we see what has changed. Unless you want to stay up here and play with your dolls"
"Fuck, no" Paul said.
"One more thing, whether you're stuck like this for a hour or a few days, I can't have a foul mouthed daughter. Its unbecoming" mom said.
"How else do you think I should react?" Paul snapped. She paused, and added, "Get me out of this stupid dress and I'll try. No promises."
"I have to uphold our values, Belle... Fine, I guess it'll have to do for now. I've seen a few changes, mainly with your bag. I tipped it out"
"And the medallion?" Paul asked, hopefully.
"You screamed before I could really search" mom said. "Your bag is still normal, but it seems that Belle goes to that girls' school near my studio."
"Great" Paul muttered as her dress was pulled, revealing her pink leotard again. She wanted to rip it off, but certainly didn't want to see her very much female body. She went downstairs and much to her relief, saw all the pictures showed Paul and not Belle. Her birth certificate however had changed with her room, reflecting her new reality. Worse, there was no sign of the medallion. Dismayed, she demanded, "What now?"