The local shopping mall

Awash in blinding light, you step forward hesitantly as you try to keep thinking about the shopping mall in town. It's a popular place, so you should be able to see a pretty good idea of whether the changes have actually happened by people-watching for a while. You walk further into the light, picturing the main atrium of the mall running along its longest axis, shops lining both sides, the clamor of shoppers and vendors, the smells of the food court.... After a few more moments the light behind your tightly-closed eyelids recedes, and you stop walking and open your eyes a crack to chance a peek. The light now looks to be back to normal, non-blinding levels, so you open your eyes the rest of the way to see where you are.

You find yourself standing in... you blink in surprise, confused. It resembles the mall you know, to some extent—there's rows of stores on either side of you, including your favorite snack shop, the one that sells big soft pretzels, just to your left. However, the architecture is totally different from the mall you're used to. Instead of a glass-roofed atrium enclosing an multi-level indoor space, this is more of an open-air bazaar, with shops facing each other across a stone-tiled plaza, studded with vendor carts, benches, and small ornamental trees in planters. It's rather like standing between two shopping plazas facing each other across a road, except without the road separating them. Overhead, walkways span the gap between the second-floor storefronts at occasional intervals, and sets of stairs at either end of them lead shoppers between the floors.

You're standing next to an empty bench, as it happens, so you sit down heavily and try to get your bearings. To be fair, Charles did say this world might have unexpected changes, although shopping mall design wasn't exactly the first thing you'd been thinking about at the time. Mindful of the rules you specified, you take a cautious sniff of the air—it would be just like Charles, you imagine, to plunk you down into a world that permanently smelled like a rest-stop bathroom. Well, it doesn't stink like the inside of a porta-potty in the middle of July out here, so that's a start. Actually the air is quite fresh, with a gentle early-afternoon breeze blowing along the open arcade between the shops. It's a fine day out, and while it's not crowded, there are a fair number of people taking advantage of the pleasant weather to get their shopping done. Despite the changes to the building, so far everything else seems fairly normal. You see a harried-looking mother leading her child by the hand, a couple of college-age guys waiting outside the beauty shop for their girlfriends, a woman giving a man a blowjob, some loitering teenagers—

Wait, what?

You do a reflexive double-take and take a closer look at the two shoppers near the wall a few yards away from you. He's definitely got his penis in her mouth, although now that you're actually paying attention to what you're looking at, "giving him a blowjob" may be overstating the woman's role in the process. He's holding her head in place with both hands as he pumps away vigorously at her mouth, making wet sloppy noises and smearing saliva all over her lips and chin as he goes. She's wearing a low-cut tank top, and the sizeable swell of cleavage it reveals jiggles heavily with every thrust. You look around, but none of the other mall patrons give the two any attention, some walking right past them without a second glance.

After a few minutes of fucking the woman's face, the man lets out a low grunt and pulls his cock out of her mouth, and immediately starts ejaculating onto her upturned face. The woman, for her part, accepts the cum being sprayed into her face with the same calm detachment as when he had his cock in her mouth. Once he finishes, he wipes his dick off with a handful of her hair, buttons his fly back up, and continues on his way. For her part, the woman swipes off some of the cum that's actually covering her eyes, but leaves the rest in place as she stands, picks up her shopping bags, and heads off on the other direction.

Holy shit... it's actually real. You have to admit, even after seeing the changes to the mall you weren't entirely convinced this wasn't some oddly elaborate hoax. Charles could've **** you and dropped you off in some other location before you woke up, or some other ruse like that. But there's dozens of other people walking around here, none of whom seem the slightest bit fazed by what you just saw, and they can't possibly all be in on it. It's just... normal to them. Exactly as you specified.

Now that you know to expect it, you see other signs that you hadn't consciously noticed before. For one thing, many of the larger-chested women you see walking about are wearing outfits that are skimpy even by mall standards. Looking the other way down the mall's long axis, you see one particular sharp-looking woman with a cell phone to her ear, wearing a jacket that looks like it would go to a rather conservatively-styled business suit—except that this suit's skirt is so short that it doesn't completely cover her ass, and she's not wearing anything at all under the jacket, which is open enough to let her heavy breasts hang out completely uncovered. A passing college-age boy idly lands an open-hand slap on her exposed tit as he walks by, but other than a slight flinch she continues her phone conversation uninterrupted.

To your right, two teenage girls, eighteen or nineteen by the look of them, emerge from a clothing store on that side of the plaza and bring their various bags over towards the empty bench next to yours. One is a tall, tanned blonde, with an impressive chest despite an otherwise athletic figure. She's wearing leggings of some light gray material, a bright blue camisole top (which obviously has no bra underneath it, judging by the way her nipples poke out from thin fabric), and a pair of thin sandals. The other is Latina, shorter than the blonde but graced with warm brown skin, voluptuous soft curves and glossy black hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She's wearing a short black skirt, black heels and a loose dark-red crop top, and although her breasts aren't quite as large as the blonde's, you can tell she's still in the free-use range. Her tits bounce and sway invitingly under her shirt as she walks, similarly unhindered by any sort of bra.

The two are talking animatedly as they head over to the bench. "...Come on, come one, let's see!" the shorter girl is saying as they get within earshot of you. The blonde sets her bags down and then turns around a full revolution, modeling the outfit for her friend. You can see the leggings are brand-new, with a tag still attached to them. The Latina girl claps in approval as the other one finishes her twirl.

"I know, right?" says the blonde. "So in love with these already, and you know me, Jazmin, I've always thought of myself as more of a squatter like you, but lately I've been getting more into wetting, and these should be just perfect."

"Aha, I knew there was a reason you got the extra-large soda and a refill at lunch," her friend chuckles. "Well, come on then, Hayley. Try 'em out!"

The blonde puts her hands on her hips and widens her stance slightly, then inhales deeply and lets out a slow breath. As you watch, a wet patch appears at the crotch of her leggings and begins spreading outwards, slowly at first and then more rapidly as the flow of urine increases. Soon it starts to run down the insides of her thighs as well, turning the fabric more of a flecked heather gray as it soaks up the piss and darkens. What isn't absorbed runs out from the cuffs of her leggings in twin streams of yellow, down onto her feet and the tiles below. A puddle of urine appears at her feet and quickly starts to expand.

"Nice," Jazmin says appreciatively, and leans in to take a closer look at her friend's crotch. "Good even absorption, and I like the damp color. How do they feel when wet?"

"Awesome!" Hayley replies, and tugs the waistband of the leggings up a bit, still pissing through them. The urine-soaked fabric clings to her mound and outer pussy lips, outlining them clearly. "They're nice and soft, these should stay damp for a while, and that's really what I've been looking for, because I've been loving the feeling of the wet fabric against my skin, it just makes me feel so, like, feminine, you know?" She punctuates the adjective with a flip of her hand.

Jazmin gives an expansive shrug in return. "You do you. I'm still more of a skirts girl. Speaking of which, seeing you piss makes me need to go too..." Jazmin hikes her skirt up, revealing her shapely brown butt and lack of underwear, and squats down next to Hayley. After a moment's pause, a stream of urine spills out from her exposed pussy and onto the tiles below, mixing with the puddle of piss still growing at Hayley's feet. The two girls continue to relieve themselves onto the ground in full view of everyone, chatting casually about fashion, but none of the other mall shoppers walking past seem to pay it much attention.

...and that answers my follow-up question. You have to admit, you were (to put it mildly) a bit skeptical at first, but after seeing this latest display you don't have any doubts about it anymore—Charles and the doctor came through on everything they promised. It still might take you some time to figure out where you fit in this new world, and what social conventions its people have developed, but you doubt it will cause you much trouble as long as you're careful. After all, this reality was created for you, literally custom-made to your precise specifications. As Charles said, "don't overthink things"; all you need to do is enjoy what your new life has to offer you.

This world is yours now. The only question left is, what are you going to do with it?