"Great. Just great," you think as you peer into the bathroom mirror, taking in the fact that except for you head, hands and feet, you look like a girl.
Looking down, you take in the button-fly jeans and note that there is no tell-tale bulge to hint at what is between your legs. Groaning, you lower your eyes away from the mirror and looking at the coupon booklet, you think, "Somehow this mall is cursed and those coupons bring nothing but bad luck."
A feminine voice and mentally cursing, you grab up the booklet and duck into the nearby stall.
Sitting down on the toilet, you mentally curse at yourself for not choosing the men's toilet and then tell yourself, "Couldn't really go in there. I look to much like a girl."
Minutes pass and after a bit, you realise that the voice has either left or was never really coming in and that you simply panicked. Groaning, you look at the booklet and think, "That's it. I am leaving. I'll come back tomorrow and try that reverse store to change myself back as much as possible."
Letting yourself out of the stall, noting the woman's toilet is empty, you think, "And I'll keep coming back until I am one hundred percent back to my old self."
Stopping in front of the mirror, placing the coupon booklet on the sink, you turn sideways and without giving it a second thought, you think, "Though I am pretty cute. Maybe I could pick myself up a new bathing suit. I have been meaning to get a new bikini after all," and then you groan as you suddenly realise what it is you have just been thinking about doing.
Snatching the coupons off the sink, you exit the bathroom and begin making your way back through the mall. Halfway through the complex of commerce, you are stopped by a vendor who tell you, "You look pretty luck. Why not try your luck?"
Looking at the man, you tell him, "No thanks. My lucks been pretty off all day."
Grinning the man replies, "Nonsense little lady." And as you bristle at being called 'Little lady' the man continues by explaining, "I bet with your good looks, you have the best luck in the world."
Trying to interject, you are over ruled as the man leads you over to his kiosk, telling you, "Now the game is really simple. All you have to do is spin this wheel. Prize guarantied every time and there is no hidden cost what-so-ever."
Groaning, wanting to get a way, you glance at the wheel and ask, "What's the prize?"
Grinning, the man indicates a monitor and tells you, "This will tell you what you have won and your prize," he points to a slot below the wheel, "Will be deposited here."
Looking about, wanting only to leave, you shrug and tell yourself, "How bad could it be? At least it is not another clothing store and I am going to be putting anything on," as you approach the wheel and looking at the man, you grasp one side and pull down.
Before you the wheel spins for a couple turns and after a moment it comes to a stop. On the monitor a picture of a purse appears. Seeing this, the man grins even more and tells you, "Congratulation! Inside this purse is the chance to win a anywhere from five to five million dollars. Plus, there is a chance that you could be a contest on the TV show that will be airing right here in the mall, later this afternoon."
Groaning, you look down at the slot as a blue purse that you think actually looks really cute and matches your outfit drops into view. Reaching down, you withdraw the purse and unzipping the top, you notice several bits of paper within.
Hesitant, you reach into the purse and pulling out the first bit of paper, you read what appears to be a one thousand dollar shopping spree to several shoppes in the mall. Turning over the paper, reading the fine print, you mentally groan as you notice all the shoppes listed are aimed at a female clientele.
Sighing, dreading what is next, you pull out another booklet of coupons, much like what you received when you first entered the mall. Looking back into the purse, you note that there is one more piece of paper and what looks like a plastic card.
Taking the paper, you mentally groan as you notice that it is placement in the contest the man was telling you about. Next to you, missing the horror your face is showing, the man tells you, "Well congratulations. This is an honour indeed," as reach back into the purse, withdraw the plastic card and place the rest of what you have withdrawn back in, along with the first booklet of coupons.
"I take that," the man says, and before you can blink, he takes the card from you hand.
Seeing the look on your face, he indicates a card swipe and tells you, "I need to swipe it to first verify the amount of money won and also to activate it."
Holding the purse, you watch as the man swipes the card, while on the monitor numbers start to form. Before your eyes, the numbers slowly climb and as they do, the man comments, "See. I told you were lucky." and seeing the numbers cross six digits, he adds, "And today truly is your lucky day."
Looking about, wanting only to get away, noting that nobody is really paying attention, you hear a ding and turning back to the kiosk, you see that the numbers have stopped at two point five million dollars. Next to you, the man is grinning even more as he tells you, "Didn't I tell you. Best luck in the world. Now, the contest is right down that way," he indicates toward a store that looks like it is called Yurbers, and continues, "And starts at four this afternoon. Be sure to show up early so you can be fitted. Enjoy you other prizes and have a lucky day."
And before you know what is happening, you are handed back the card and given a friendly push in the direction he indicated. Sighing, you drop the card into the purse, think, "It really is cute," as you close it and start walking, wondering, once again, what you should do.