Unsure, your mind racing, you watch as the girl approach and before you can stop yourself, you are greeting them as if you have been the best of friends for as long as you can remember...something your mind tells you is true and that you have known the other girls since you were about three or four.
Confused, chatting away without giving second thought, you think, "I have to return to the bathrooms some how," as you and the other three girls wade out into the water.
Inside your mind, you wrestles with the idea that something is all wrong while at the same time you are convinced that nothing is at all wrong and these are your best friends and that Megan is your big sister as you giggle and splash about.
Torn between having the best time you can remember ever having in the longest time, you almost do not take the opportunity to sneak away, but suddenly, when one of the girls says something, you hastily make an excuse and begin to wade out, knowing that your friend believes you and that for some reason you feel guilty about it because you are betraying her trust to sneak away.
Noting that Megan has now turned herself over to sun her other side, you sneak up as quietly as possible and grabbing the towel and shorts that your mind tells you belongs to you, you starts to head back to the bathrooms.
Inside, you look at the shorts and towel, think about putting back on the shorts, contemplate the idea of just returning to the water and spending the day with your friends, but in the end you reach up and with some difficulty you latch the door, telling yourself, "Don't want anybody just walking in on me," as you drop the towel and shorts on the floor.
Turning away from the door, you nearly scream with joy when you notice that for some reason the familiar grating is back and reaching up, you quickly remove the bathing suit, telling yourself, "If I can only return, I'll do something to make up for whatever caused this transformation," as you remove the swimsuit.
Naked, you hug yourself and looking down, you try to come to terms with the fact that you actually have a seven year old girl's body. The idea of touching the area between your legs flits through your head, but you quickly push it away, telling yourself, "Touching yourself there is not only inappropriate, but also will do nothing but confirm what you already know," and picking up the shorts, swimsuit and towel.
Looking at the three, you for some reason feel connected to the garments and after a moment, feeling extremely wigged out, you wrap the swimsuit and shorts in the towel and moving toward the grate, you squat down in front of it.
Looking through it, you aren't sure what you are looking at, thinking it could be both the outside and the other side of the restrooms. After a moment, you think you can see your adult shirt and lifting the grate, which feels surprisingly light, you look at the towel wrapped around the garments and without giving it a second thought, you push them into the vent before you.
Squeezing into the vent, noting that it is just as tight as before, you start to wriggle through, pushing the towel before you and collecting your ripped shirt.
Moments past and suddenly you find yourself in front of another grating. Hoping that the men's toilet and the park are on the other side, praying that there is a way for you to return to you adult, male form, you use the towel and shirt to push open the grate and wriggling out, noting that it is a couple degrees cooler, but are unable figure out why, you let the grate close behind you.
Noting it closes just as softly as before, you peer about and after a moment, you take a deep breath and when you feel ready, you prepare yourself to look down and maybe for the rest of your old clothes.