You panic for awhile, grabbing your body up and down while shaking in fear. Your sister is practically yelling at you for having done this to both of you, too. But after some screaming and crying some hours later, your sister helps you get dressed in some old clothes of hers and you both leave the house, ready to go shopping for your new wardrobe...
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Trish tapped her foot impatiently outside of the changing room. "What's taking him?" she wondered, listening to the sounds of clothing moving around back and forth inside. She was about to say something, but she suddenly heard a quiet moan, and held her to tongue. Atleast he was getting acquainted with his new body...
But as she glanced around the store, she watched as some teenager walked over to a frail old woman...and shoved her onto the ground! Laughing, he ran straight out of the store. Trish was shocked. She ran over to help the old woman, but she was already on her feet. Nevertheless, she collected the discarded contents of her purse scattered along the floor.
"Oh, dear, it's really quite alright...I can do it myself." Trish glanced up at the woman. She really couldn't. "It's not a problem, really. Anything to help you after that...douche knocked you down." This seemed to make the old lady smile. "A 'douche' indeed...tell you what, girl. You've been so kind to me, that I have something to give you." She pulled out a gold ring from her purse. Trish eyed it intently. "A ring? Are you...sure?" "It's not just a ring, dear. Try it on for yourself." Trish wasn't going to argue, and soon she was wearing the very same ring responsible for her and her brothers predicament, with him nonethewiser. "Now remember, that ring is very special. I don't want to see you losing it young lady!" said the woman, leaving the store soon after.