Before you can really do anything, a voice calls out suddenly, "There you are Mellisa. What have I told you about wandering off," and before you know what is really going on, you are scooped up into the loving arms of what appears to be your mother.
Without giving it much thought, you tell your mother, "I got seperated," in a child-like tone. After which you stick your thumb in your mouth.
Bothered by the way you sound, the way you talk and what you are doing, you feel you mome gently pull your thumb from your mouth and listen as she says, "You know you shouldn't be doing that. You're a big girl, five years old."
Before you can say anything, your mom sets you down and grasping your hand, she thanks the person you were turned over to and begins leading you down the hall and away from where you want to be. Scared that you won't be able to turn back and that you are stuck like this, you think of a desperate ploy to return to the uniform storage room. Grasping at straws, you tell your mother, "I have to go to bathroom," and begin to shift about and grab yourself...bothered by the fact that you can no longer feel your penis and testicles...in what you hope is a convincing manner.
You mother sighs and tells you, "Don't grab at yourself like that. It's unlady-like," and proceeds to lead you to a nearby restroom.
To your horror, it's the girl's bathroom, but not seeing any other way around the situation, you quietly allow yourself to be lead into the bathroom. Taking a stall, you shut the door, draw the bolt and turn to the toilet, suddenly realising that you do in fact have to pee.
Reaching up the skirt, wandering how you could have confused it for shorts, you pull down the underwear. Pooled around your ankles, you turn around and, with some differculty because the toilet is slightly to high, hoist yourself upward onto the toilet. Lifting the skirt, you lean forward and look at the genitalia between your legs, perplexed by what you see.
When you had been male, you had never really seen a girl naked before and so what you see causes you a bit of wonderment. The best way you can describe what you see is smooth, flat skin and then down toward the area between your legs is like a cleft. Reaching down, you are about to touch this split, when suddenly a stream of urine shoots out of your body and into the toilet. Bothered by this, you draw your hand away and sitting up, you let your skirt fall back into place.
As you finish draining you bladder, you ask yourself, "How am I to get out of this situation. I need to return to the area where the uniforms are kept."
"And then what," you ask yourself, suddenly aware that you can't even remember why getting into the storage area is so important.
As you sit there, you realise that you are finished and without thinking about it, you take a handful of toilet paper and proceed to wipe and pat yourself dry. Afterward, you slide off the toilet, pull up your underwear, flush and exit.
Seeing your mother, you exclaim, "All done," who tells you, "That's my good girl. Now go and wash you hands."
Nodding, you walk to the sink, but stop as you realise that it is to high. Turning to your mother, you tell her, "It's to high and I'm to little," to which she walks over to you and lifts you up.
After you've washed and dried your hands, you are led out of the restroom and down the hallway. Stepping into a room, you suddenly find yourself surrounded by a group of loud girls, ranging from age five to age sixteen. Next to you, your mother lets go of your hand and tells you, "Go and play with your friends Mellisa. Look, Carole and Rhonda are over there," and she directs your attention to two others girls dressed in simalar uniforms.
Nodding, you watch your mother walk away toward a couple of other Den Mothers and turning you begin to walk over to the two other girls, thoughts about wanting to play dolls mixing in with thoughts of wanting to get back to the storage closet blending it with what type of badges you might earn.