Heart hammering, you quickly get out of your truck and hurry back to the doors of the salon-- and they are locked. A "CLOSED" sign is hanging at just about eye level.
"HEY!" you call out, voice cracking, and pound on the glass. You swallow in an attempt to steady your uncertain voice. "HEY! OPEN UP! What did you do to me?!"
The receptionist appears in the door, sees you and suppresses a smirk.
"I'm sorry, kid, but we are closed for the day and this is a woman's only space," she calls to you through the door, starting to turn away.
"Cut it out!" you demand, kicking the door. "You know who I am! Why'd you turn me into a k-hid?!?"
Your voice cracks once more, and you have to force the word "kid" out.
"I'm afraid I have no idea what you are talking about," the woman replies. "It is quite impossible for someone to be made into a kid. Now stop pounding on our door or we will be forced to call the police. I'm certain your parents wouldn't want us getting the police involved in this. Especially since you seem to have stolen a delivery man's clothes and truck!"