On my way to the rest rooms I studied the stores I passed. They looked like ordinary, mall-type stores for the most part. Mostly clothing stores catering to younger people, with a handful of others thrown in. A bookstore, which didn't have its name displayed well enough for me to see while I passed. Surprisingly, there was a pet store (I made a note to NOT go in there!) A salon. And so on.
Was this the world of CYOC or not? If a store had TF in its name, did it really stand for "Transformation Fetish" or something else? If a store was called "A New You" did it mean literally, or was it just a normal name, not meant to be anything beyond attention catching? I didn't know.
I found the Men's room with no trouble.
Entering, I saw I was the only person in it. I went up to the row of urinals. If this was CYOC, I reasoned, if I used the child-height urinal, I would almost certainly turn into a kid-- or, at least, my genitalia would. I decided to risk it, just to find out. So, I stepped up to the kid's urinal and...
Nothing happened. And I DO mean nothing! I couldn't piss, I was so nervous. I felt like I had to go, but could not.
Taking a deep breath, I started going over things in my mind to distract me from the fact that I had no idea where I was, and I could quite possibly turn into, well, anything (a duck, a woman, a statue, all of the above.) I thought about my overdue bills, that I had left my oven on, bicycle maintenance, cleaning my bathroom, etc. FINALLY I was able to piss-- and I was still an adult. Plus, my dick was still its same old, pretty much average size.
Maybe I had "merely" just been teleported to some white room somewhere else in the world and then ridden in a elevator which transformed into another elevator when it arrived in a large shopping mall I had never seen before. (OK, that was still pretty strange, beating some other, decidedly weird events in my life. No, I am NOT going to list those!)
Finishing up, I washed up and went into the food court.
All the shops seemed to be from chains I had never heard of before. I went through the coupon book and found a place which was offering a free meal with no requirement to buy another at full price. It seemed to be some sort of health food outfit called Leaning Cuisine and was next door to a smoothie place (those were still around?). Feeling very hungry, I ordered the chicken wrap meal, and bought a tuna wrap at the regular price.
Taking it over to a table, I sat down and devoured the whole meal and both wraps, even licking the paper and eating the ice from the drink. Leaning back in the chair, I tried to think what I should do next. Absently I scratched an itch on my stomach... and felt a LOT of extra material from my t-shirt, as well as feeling my abdominal muscles. What I didn't feel was my normal layer of fat! Holy shit!
I started feeling myself all over, not caring if anyone else in the food court thought it weird.
My t-shirt hung on me like a tent, the waist of my pants and belt were resting on my legs. My face felt different. My arms looked really skinny, I could see all the veins, and my watch hung loosely on my wrist. I could feel that the fat had disappeared from my groin area, which made my dick feel bigger.
Cinching up my belt (luckily it was one without notches, instead being held in place by friction between two rings), and tightening my watch band, I stood up, preparing to take my tray to the trash. Annoyingly, my pants were also now too long, the legs pooling around my feet. Even my socks seemed to be too big!
Grumbling, I rolled up the pant legs, dumped my tray's waste into the trash, and headed back into the Men's room.
Someone who looked like a skinny, shorter version of me looked back from the mirror. I had to be at least a foot shorter! From 5'8" down to 4'8". Actually, I guessed my new height to be closer to 4'5". I had also gone from being fairly heavily boned to being thin boned and incredibly lean-- less than 5% body fat I guessed. I looked like one of those skinny guys who run marathons and couldn't gain weight no matter what they did or ate-- except they were usually taller.
I hadn't gotten younger. I still had the white flecked stubble on my face, and still had the annoying wrinkles which only increased with age. But I was definitely different, definitely not the me on my driver's license.
I made a mental note to tell Loony28 he'd been right all along... I wondered if he got caught in the same accident I had, and, if so, he had been changed yet or not.
Leaning on the counter (which now was much higher on me) I studied my over-sized clothes. I could use my black t-shirt as a nightgown. My belt now had to be wrapped around itself to keep me from tripping over it. I suspected that, if I had my shoes with me, I would have to carry them, unable to keep them on my feet.
This was definitely the world, or worlds, of CYOC. Huh.
Could I get back to my old self? Did I want to? I'd never liked being fat, but all the work I had to do to keep the excess off was just too time consuming, too much effort. It might be nice to be skinny for a change. This new height was annoying, however. And I now needed new clothes.
What next?