Taking the bus downtown, I went over in my mind all the joys I would experience carrying a new life within my very own body, missing and forgetting completely all the complaints my older sister went through and had when she had been pregnant with my niece.
Halfway there, I suddenly realise that my fantasies cannot fully come to fruition as I remember the twelve hour deadline and frustrated, I ride the bus the full route round until come back home, wondering what I should do to pass the time. Heading back to my place of residence, I decide to do more research on the amulet of Zulo.
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Twenty four hours later, I had decided to wait a whole day just to be on the safe side, my mind racing with the prospect and joy of experiencing pregnancy, I hop off the bus and head for the mall, thinking over the various shoppes within and which ones would sell maternity wear. Thinking of Maternity U, I make a beeline for the store, but stop when I realise two things; one that a smaller store would mean that I would more likely be seen by somebody I know, which in turn would lead to some awkward questions to answer; and two, upon approaching the store, I felt my spirits both soar and crash when I saw the sign that announced that the store had moved out of the mall.
For a moment, I wonder where I should next try and finally decide to try one of the larger stores in the mall and heading for Walko, I walk past the front counters, keeping an eye out for anybody that might recognize me, absently running a hand over the medallion hidden beneath my shirt.
When I reach the maternity section, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that there is nobody about. A couple aisles over, in the toy section, I can hear a woman scolding her childe and hoping they have no reason to come to the maternity section, I begin to browse, realising that there are so many choices to be made as I look at stuff meant for a woman from two months pregnant up to full term.
As I browse from one wrack to the next, I mentally go over in my head whether I should change here in the department store's changing room or make a purchase and then go home to change, where I will be less likely to be bothered.
Seeing that somebody has dropped several garments on the floor, I bend down to pick them up, thinking that several of the outfits look cute, wondering what stage of pregnancy they are for, unmindful of the amulet as it slips from beneath my shirt and touches one of the first garment I pick up first, only realising what is happening as I stand back up, still holding the garments, staring stupidly at the clothes wrack before me, unable to fully come to terms as to why the articles hanging before me are suddenly eye level and getting higher.
As I drop the garments, suddenly understanding what is happening, I moan out, "NO!" and stepping forward, I stumble over my pants, underwear and shoes, which are now way too big for me.
Dropping the garments, I spin about, looking wildly and spying the changing rooms, I wildly think of my options and reaching down, I grab the garments I had just dropped and stepping out of my now-to-big clothes, I think about grabbing them as well, but think that it would be too much for me to carry as I push my clothes under the clothes wrack with my foot, thinking that I will just have to come back for them in a bit.
Conscious of a tingling sensation now running through my body, thinking that it felt like my whole body had just been electrified, I desperately want to see what I have just accidently turned myself into, knowing full well that it is not what I want, I head for the changing room and making sure nobody is near, still hearing the woman and childe several aisles going at it, I hastily enter the changing room and dropping the clothes on the bench, I turn to the mirror, gazing at my new reflection as I pull off my shirt and step out of my socks.
Peering back at me is a girl and unfamiliar with how a girl looks at a young age, I am unable to tell how olde she is, though I do know for sure that the girl I had become is younger than nine.
Scared, I touch the area where my genitals are now located and then immediately pull my hand away as thoughts about how inappropriate it is for a girl to touch herself there flash in my mind. Turning away from the mirror, I start to go through the clothes, seeing that all except one set belong in the maternity section of the store.
Holding the up the garments in question, I realise that it is actually a full-length denim skirt with a pink cotton hem that has some elastic band sewn in place for the waist. Pinned to this is what looks like a nightgown that is all one piece and has little footies on the bottom. Holding the hanger that is meant to hold the garment to the wrack, I turn it about, seeing a denim coat with a pink cotton hood, sleeves and pockets that match the hood and hem of the skirt and inside the jacket is a pair of booties.
Setting the garment down, understanding that this outfit is responsible for my undesirable transformation, I turn back to the mirror, taking in my little girl body, my hair that is now down to about halfway down my back and has taken on a more auburn hue, much like my sister has, and leaning closer, I see that my eyes have also shifted to the same grey colour as my sisters, but with just a hint of blue.
Absently, I run a hand over my body and shudder, silently telling myself, "This is not what I wanted," as I turn back to the garment and shuddering again, realising that I would have to wear it, I begin to pull that items off the hanger and start to dress.