Unaware that his change was being fueled by the way people viewed and acted around him...and the fact that Vicky and a few other woman in the store had shifted in bra and body sizes so that Dirk could have the torso section of a young woman...Dirk suddenly realised that what he needed at the moment was to use the bathrooms.
Moving through the throngs of busy shoppers, Dirk suddenly stopped when he noticed another store displaying various pieces of swimwear. Hesitating for a moment, he decided to forgo the trip to the toilets for a moment and headed in.
Minutes later, he exited carrying a bag with both a bikini and a one piece that would be really tight against his body. What he didn't know was that his trip into the store had changed him a bit more and brushing a lock of brunette hair from his face, failing to notice that his hair was longer and didn't really feel like a wig any more, he made his way through the mall and towards the restrooms.
Deciding on the woman's bathroom without giving it much thought, Dirk made his way past two other girls...who looked about eleven or twelve in his opinion...and towards one of the free stalls.
Inside, he slide the underwear and nylons down a bit and sat down to pee...not even realising that he had never peed sitting down in his life. Looking down briefly, Dirk thought briefly on how smooth his legs suddenly looked and then decided he had enough for one day. Figuring he would go home when he was done, he reached for some toilet paper and wiped himself without a second thought.
Outside the stall, he stopped to wash his hands, noting that the two girls were still present. After a bit, one of then asked, "Your new here, aren't you."
Unsure, Dirk replied, "Yeah." and then added, "My aunt and I just moved to town. Mostly because it's closer to her publisher."
"Your aunts a writer," the second girl asked.
Nodding, Dirk thought fast and then explained, "Yeah. She writes those kind of romance novels that you can find in the checkout lane of the grocery store."
Sticking a dainty hand, the first girl said, "I'm Brittany and this Valery."
Taking the offered hand, and noting his hand was also smaller, Dirk replied, "I'm Erica." and then as an afterthought, "So what is there to do around here for entertainment?"
Smiling the two girls began explaining various cool places to hang and before long the three left the bathroom, heading for the food court, disusing whatever came to mind...boys, what movies and music groups are popular, what school was like and whether Erica could sleep over or whether Erica's aunt would allow Brittany or Valery to sleep over.
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Hours later, Dirk...who know thought of herself more as Erica...let herself in to the apartment that her aunt owned. Slowly trudging up the stairs to second floor, Erica thought of how fun maybe this town could be. The last thing on her mind was that only hours ago she was a grown man and not an eleven year old girl, just moved to town.
Stopping in front of the apartment her and her aunt lived in, she paused. On the ground was a folded up piece of paper. Picking it up, she unfolded and carefully read what was written.
After a bit, she thought it might be someone’s idea of a practical joke and folding it back up, she set it on the banister. Entering the apartment, she muttered to herself, "Notes that grant wishes. Now that's really funny. But so immature."
Minutes passed after Erica entered her apartment and then from somewhere upstairs and door slammed and young girl's voice could be heard screaming out, "You are such a jerk sometimes! You know that?"
Stomping feet coming down the stairs and then an eight year old girl with a hurt look on her face comes into view. Pausing, she sniffs and then asks nobody in particular, “Why does my brother have to be such a idiot sometimes. Why can’t he play with me? Why does he have to ignore me or push me around all the time?”
And then she saw the folded note sitting on the banister. Picking it up, she slowly unfolded it and then upon seeing what was written upon it, her hopes soared and idea formed in her mind. Dashing back up the stairs, she ran into her apartment and toward her bedroom. As she ran past the living room, her brother called out from where he was watching the telly, “Abby? You better apologise or I am going to tell mother you were naughty.”
Ignoring her brother, knowing he would never tell mother, she closed her door and sitting down at her pretend tea set, she picked up a crayon and began to write out her wish.