No you're caught.

The two men who saved you from the clerk quickly outpace you. Though this new body is youthful and fit, you're unaccustomed to it's shape. Your big breasts, unfettered by a bra swing wildly as you run and spoil your balance. The boots, though having modest heels by women's fashion standards also cause you problems and you hobble awkwardly.

"STOP,MALL SECURITY." You hear yelled from behind you.

The sound of thudding boots are swiftly gaining on you and you realise with despair that there's no way you can outrun your pursuers in your present condition. Suddenly something extremely hard strikes the back of your knees and your legs fold up beneath you. You pitch forward and hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of you. You try to scramble forward, but the security guards are on you immediately.

"Yeah, got the little bitch." One cheers as he grabs you right arm and forces it painfully behind you into an armlock. "Nice throw with that nightstick."

Another security guards strolls past and retrieves his stick. He smirks at you as his colleague pins you roughly to the ground. "Cops are on the way. Looks like you picked the wrong mall to mess with punk."

He notices the wallet and keys lying on the ground where you dropped them as you fell. He picks up the wallet and looks at the ID inside,

"Looks like that clerk wasn't the first victim this gang robbed." He tells his partner. "Got a man's wallet here. Cards are inside, but the cash is gone."

"Dumb bitch probably gave it to those other two." The one holding you says. "Jokes on you princess, they got clean away and left you holding the evidence."

You try to shout out that they've got it all wrong, that you've done nothing. No words come from your lips though and you realise that you're still under the influence of the clerks wish. You're hauled roughly to your feet, the security guard maintaining a tight grip.

"Not got anything to say ehh?" The one with the nightstick asks. "Save it for the cops then. Bet this won't be your first time in the slammer."

You're frogmarched back through the mall, your face a vivid red with shame as shoppers stare angrily at you and point. A third security guard runs up as you approach the store where this nightmare began.

"That clerk he took off." The newcomer says. "I let him go to the john to clean some of that blood off him and he climbed through a window."

"Shit!" The one holding you swears. "Without his statement that he was attacked, this little bitch might walk."

"Maybe, maybe not." The other guard says flapping your wallet. "If the cops can find this guy and he'll testify they can charge her for boosting this wallet."

"What d'ya reckon? They were pulling the old honeytrap routine?" A guard suggest. "Pretty girl in a short skirt to distract the mark then the two heavies to hit him when his guard is down."

"looks that way." Another agreed. "Hell I know the score and I'd be distracted by those hooters."

All the guards laugh at this comment and settle down to await the arrival of the police.