Run for it.

Without really thinking beyond washing off the makeup so you can change back, you grab your clothes and run out of there, pausing for a second to swipe a few things. First thing you see you figure you better have is a tiny leather g string that you pull up tight in your ass crack, which feels a bit odd but sexy at the same time, then tuck your little guy down a tiny bit surprised at how easily you hide your package. Next you grab a small deep purple almost black pleated school girl style skirt which you yank up your legs, it sits low on your hips and is only long enough to fall down to just below your ass and feeling down in front you are pretty sure if you were to move much your panties would be visible. Last you try a couple of pairs of shoes till you find one that fits and buckle them on and head for the door. They are a pair of open toe black sandals with 6” heels, with two wide straps, one just past your toes, the other that buckles around the ankle. The heels are a bit chunky with about an inch and a half platform under the toe. Just as you finish buckling the shoes you hear the sound of the female teller walking back out and make a run for it. As soon as you are out of sight of the shop you slow to a walk and make your way to the restrooms. Finally you make it there and go in. Of course the water is one of those that won't run unless your hand is under it, and there isn't a towel in sight. But you have your shirt and you are not going to give up. Scrubbing and scrubbing you work to get off every speck of makeup on your body.

Several girls of various ages come and go, and before long you are sitting on the counter, which garners you all sorts of looks, but nobody asks what you are doing. It takes forever to get off every speck, but eventually you do. Looking yourself over closely in the mirror you can't see a speck of the makeup you bought. Yet you are still a girl. Tearing up, you have a good sob sitting there holding your sopping wet filthy shirt. You have no idea what to do now. You don't even remember what the voice said. Something about all hallows eve and magic of witches? But it isn't even Halloween yet, that's tomorrow. “What now?” You say out loud exasperated.

A voice answers you, but not in the way you were hoping. “Hey you in there. The mall is closed, go home.” A security guard peaks his head in just enough to see the sink area, but not all the way in. When he sees you sitting on the sink, tears on your cheeks, your face red from the scrubbing his irritation subsides. “Are you ok?” He asks concerned.

“I am a girl.” You say back quietly sobbing.

“I am sorry, what? Are you hurt?” He asks walking up to you.

“No. I guess not. What do I do now?” You ask him.

“Well I can walk you to your car if you want. Do you need me to call someone?”

You think over your situation and have no idea who you would even call. No one will believe it is you. That said you can't just sit there moping either. “I guess I will just go to my car. Thanks I suppose.”

“Are you sure?” He asks. But you wave him away and pull your shoes back on. Scooping up your clothes you make your way through the dark mall till you get to the door heading out to your car. The door clicks locked behind you as you step out and you make your way across the dark parking lot, your car is the only one left in the lot. Walking up to it, you pick through your stuff to grab your keys out of your pants pocket. As you do you see something else odd, your keys are gone, but in their place is another set, ones you don't even recognize. There is a weird looking car key you don't even recognize, a house key, a key for a padlock, and a tiny key that looks basically like a toy. Slapping your hands on the window of your car in frustration you drop the pile of clothes on the ground next to you. Quickly you walk around the car checking every door, but of course it is locked. Then another setback. As soon as you make it all the way around the car you see the pile of your clothes is gone as if it had never been there. You look around in panic, “No no no no, my billfold, my phone. Where!!” You spin in a circle looking at the ground. Then as you look up your car is also gone. Mouth agape you stare into the blackness of the parking space. Falling to your knees all you can do is cry.

Sitting there on your knees for ten maybe twenty minutes, you finally wipe your face with your new slender hand, and stand up. A jingle lets you know that you at least have one thing left, well not exactly, but you do have a set of keys. Pushing the lock button you listen for the beep that usually follows, but there isn't one. Of course looking around you also don't see any cars. “Guess I have to walk around the mall.” At least it is a destination. You head around the mall pushing the button every time you spot a car, but nothing. Then a half hour later you finally see a flash of headlights. “Found it.” Heading toward the car you can't help but laugh as you get close. When you finally arrive you find the car is a pink Volkswagen Beetle. “Cute I suppose.” You say laughing, and let out a little snort of a sob. Pushing the other button causes the locks to click open and you open the door and climb in. Quickly you search the car for any sign of... well anything.