I walked through the mall, happy with the chaos I started at Victoria's Secret. The power that was flowing through me was intense. It filled my head with thoughts of revenge, of getting back at the people who will no doubt hurt me. Not that the cat was out of the bag-sort to speak- I couldn't let anybody discover my secret.
People walked by me. A couple that were walking together hand-in-hand passed me. It was nice to see two people in love and I hated them for it. Since only swans mate for life, I decided to give their relationship a little longevity.
"Look at the birdies," a young girl said. She couldn't have been more than four or five years old. She had on a pair of frayed jeans and an elmo t-shirt. She also had a rope around her wrist. It was connected to a woman who was holding on to a plastic handle.
"Let's GO!" the woman said to the girl and tugged not so playfully on the "leash".
There was no way was I was going to stand for that. I had them switch clothes. The woman was now wearing the frayed jeans and elmo shirt. The girl was wearing what her mom was wearing; capri pants and a tank top. Both looked ridiclous and out of place but I had a solution for that.
Immediately, the began to exchange ages. The little girl quickly filled up the tank and capris as the mother shrank into her new threads. They looked at each other speechless and then someone made a terrible mistake....
"Hey! It's this guy! He's doing it!" someone shouted.
The time had come.