The two teens stared at each other wide eyed for a moment, before both of them ran out of the bathroom in sheer terror. They charged out of the mall like the devil himself was chasing them, and they didn't stop. Jumping into the car, the two sped out of the parking lot.
It wasn't until they took the time to breathe and think that they noticed that Laura had left her pants back in the rest room, now only wearing a diaper from the waist down, and Vicky was still in her wet jeans. But they couldn't go back. Going back would mean risking even more changes to their bodies, the full extent of which they had not yet grasped.
Laura was the first to break their awkward silence, her voice little more than a squeak. "We... We can't go home like this..."
"I know, Laura, but what else can we do?"
"Well... Are... Are we going to be like this forever?"
Vicky swallowed hard, not sure of what to say. "I think... I think it was just the mall that was doing this stuff. Now that we're outside, we should be fine." At least, Vicky hoped so.
"Is there somewhere else we can go, to change clothes?"
"My parents shouldn't be home yet. We can go there. My clothes might be a little big on you, though."
"I don't care, I just want out of this thing..."
...
Twenty minutes later, they pulled into Vicky's drive way and ran inside, hoping no one saw them. Vicky let Laura upstairs, into her room.
"Try to find something that'll fit you while I change." Vicky said, rummaging through her closet for clean clothes.
"Okay..." Laura opened the top draw of Vicky's dresser and, ignoring the small stash of porn magazines, started looking for a suitable set of underwear.
Laura found a decent pair and was about to change into them, when...