Hugging your knees to your chest, wanting to cry, feeling frustrated, your glare at the oversize shirt that draped down to your knees when you stand, thinking that it's the one tie left to your manhood as you thought about the swimsuit and the Board shorts you're wearing underneath it. Realising that you are weeping, you angrily brush the tears away and looking about, you wonder about maybe wandering a couple feet away for a couple minutes and then returning to this spot to see if the bathroom has reappeared.
Figuring this to be your only course of action, you stand and looking about, you decide to remove as much as that which tied you to being a girl and reaching for the waistband of the shorts, you shuck them off and grasping the shoulder straps of the swimsuit, you remove it as well, keeping your oversize shirt on the whole time.
As you drop the swimsuit next to the shorts, you look at the towel that has slipped from your shoulder and hugging yourself, you shift about, wondering if you should leave the items here or take them with you. After a couple seconds, you take the towel and carefully wrap the swimsuit up inside of it and picking up the shorts, hating what you are about to do, figuring you cannot go about in only an oversize shirt, you slowly pull back on the Board shorts, not bothering to tie them, feeling disgusted the way they hugged your crotch and reminded you that your genitals where now betwixt your legs.
Shifting back and forth from one foot to the other, you eventually kick off the sandals and leaving them next to the towel, you turn away from them and began to walk, awed by how big and scary everything was when viewed from the eyes of a childe, silently reminding yourself that you must have seen the world like this at one point and you were simply seeing it like you had once before and that there really was nothing to be scared of.
"Unless I run into a stranger," you suddenly tell yourself, stopping as soon as the thought came into your head and you heard it whispered aloud by your seven year old girl voice.
Hugging yourself, suddenly more afraid then you had been moments before, you look about, thinking about the toilets, wondering if you had gone far enough or should you go further and how long should you wait before you attempted to return. Something nearby cracked and spinning about, wanting to cry, the feeling of wanting your mommy nearly overwhelming you, a low whimper escapes your lips and then a grin slowly spreads across your face as a chipmunk darts out of the bushes.
"It's only a cute chipmunk," you think, nearly laughing aloud, thoughts about a programme you watched recently about six singing chipmunks, three boys and three girls.
Shaking your head, banishing the thought, you tell yourself, "No," as you realise that these are the normal thoughts of a seven year old girl and not the proper thoughts of a young man, aged whatever age you had been before being thrust into this girly nightmare.
Before you, the chipmunk was chattering and gazing at it, you ask, "Can you sing? Or even help me?" but shaking you head, you feel liking slapping yourself for even asking such a thing, let alone believing that an animal of the forest could actually talk and perhaps help you, despite how cute it looked and acted as it sat before you, still chattering.
Disgusted at how much you are not only acting like a childe, to be more precise, a little girl, you turn away from the animal, finding it difficult to do so as you still think it was cute. Gazing at the park around you, taking in the trees, you huff in agitation and telling yourself, "Enough waiting," you start walking, unaware that it was the wrong direction, only wanting one thing: to get back to the public restrooms and revert back to your old, familiar male self.
After what feels hours have passed, you stop and looking about, you gaze up, noting that the what little sunlight you can see is coming from a different, lower direction and figuring it will be night soon, you hug yourself as you continue to peer about, wondering where the toilets could possibly be, sure that you should have come upon them by know. The feeling of wanting your mommy returning with a vengeance, you suddenly feel yourself starting to cry once again and sinking to the ground, a feeling of helplessness overcoming you, you curl up into a fetal position, hating that you have somehow been turned into a girl and are now lost in a park that is completely unfamiliar to you.
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The sounds of the forest awaken you with a start and glancing around, everything that has happened to you came crashing back and feeling the surge of multiple feelings bubbling over, you stand, fresh tears coursing down your dirty cheeks as you stick your thumb into your mouth, something your female memories say you have not done since you were about three years old.
Stumbling in the direction that will take you back, you continue to suck on your thumb until a pressure on your bladder brought you to a halt. Gazing about the woods, unsure if you should pee right here, you almost wind up messing yourself, but in the end all that your mommy taught you about being a proper lady overrode you and shrugging off your shorts, you hike up the oversize shirt and squat down to pee, unaware that you are peeing on your shorts and in the end, when you find out, not really caring.
As you wander away, deciding that soiling the shorts might have been a good thing, you hug yourself as a light breeze whips past you and up the oversize shirt. Stopping, you glance about and thinking, you take a new direction, no longer really caring where you are going. After what feels like hours, you think that you can hear the sound of a couple autos traveling somewhere nearby and suddenly terrified of being discovered as a tired, hungry, filthy, seven year old girl, you turn away from the sounds, wanting to only do one thing: find the public toilets that started this whole fiasco. And just as you thinking that you would never find the building you sought, something squat appeared before you and blinking, you realise that it was a concrete building.
Not caring if you were hurt, only hoping that it was what you sought, you tear forward toward the building, sure that this would be the end to your feminine nightmare and that you would, somehow, be able to regain what you had lost, whatever it might have been.