John follows the plant's instructions.

Have the dream prom that she's always wanted. That's why she was here, wasn't it? What was keeping her from getting this anyways? John's mind was a cloud of stray thoughts and uncertain conclusions. She kept hearing Andrea's words echoing in the back. "Embrace your femininity..."

"Was Andrea a plant? That's silly. Why would I be talking to a plant?" John thought to herself as she wandered out of the back room. Her mullings kept wandering back to the idea of finding a date to the prom. She had wanted to go, that's why she came to the mall, to get an outfit... what she was missing was a date... but there was something else bugging her. She caught her reflection in a store window and paused. Something seemed different. She stared at the girl in the reflection until it hit her...

"I'm a girl!" she yelled out in complete shock. The mall goers within earshot stopped to look at the strange behavior and John beat a hasty retreat to avoid further embarrassment.

"That WAS a plant! What the heck?!" John thought to herself as she ran in no direction in particular. Her mind boggled at what was happening. Turning a corner, she found her way to the restrooms. She hesitated before deciding to use the women's room. Inside she looked herself over in the mirror. Looking back at her was the same brunette with soft pale skin and light freckles. She was amazed about how much she resembled her twin sister, Jessica. She pulled down her dress and stepped out of it, cupping her breasts. They felt real, soft and bouncy. She didn't have the birthmark on her left hip like Jess does, so it's not like she was an exact copy...

A stall door opened and a short old Asian lady stepped out and washed her hands, ignoring John. The lady walked out, leaving John alone in her underwear. John quickly redressed and stepped outside. She was headed back to the flower shop to confront the owner about what had happened when she bumped into someone.

"Ow!" she yelped as she hit the floor.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see you around that corner!" the other person said, reaching out to her.

John took his hand and recognized the face, "Oh, Brent!" Brent was a classmate of John and Jess, but not really a close friend to John since he was not really good at making any. Brent did approach John in the past, but seemed more intent on getting info about his sister than being chums.

"Hey Jess! Is that gown for tonight? You look real pretty in it!"

John flushed, "Oh.. thank you. Will I be seeing you there?"

"Ah, no... not really my thing..."

"It'd be a shame for you to miss out. I bet you'd look real dashing in a suit." John said, not knowing why.

"Well, my dad has a suit he said I could use if I found a date, but I didn't really..."

"You could go with me!" John said, not being able to control herself. She tasted the nectar in the back of her throat like an aftertaste.

"Really? I thought you were going with Dean."

"Come on... do I have to make it official?" John giggled. She stood up regally and held out her hand like a debutante, making a hoity toity voice, "Brent Lewis, will you go to the prom with me?" John then tilted her head slightly and flapped her doe eyes to really lay in the cheesiness.

Brent went red and brushed his hair nervously. He shrugged, "Yeah! Sure, why not? I'll pick you up at 8? Where do you live again?"

John gave her address and bid farewell to her date.

"In a few more hours we'll meet up again at the prom, just like I always dreamed. A dream date with Brent and if things go well, maybe I'll introduce him to Andrea... but... why did I want to go out with Brent again? Also, Brent thought I was my sister... What the heck just happened?!" John cried out to herself.