Just run.

Looking at the two tellers it all just starts to seem to frightening. In a panic you stuff what you have on a shelf and run out the front door. It isn't till you are at the other end of the mall that you even slow down. Standing there panting you look around and wipe the sweat from your forehead. Just then you hear a voice, “Hey buddy. Why were you running?” Looking to the voice you see mall security. He is a little ways away but getting closer. Suddenly feeling like you are in trouble you decide you don't want to talk and head into the nearest department store. “Hey you wait!” He calls out and you are pretty sure he is following you. Once inside the store you head past the makeup counters and purses and take a left. Looking back you see the guard come into the store. You have to find somewhere to hide, you can't help but think, sure you have done something wrong somehow. Ducking past the various types of clothes you find a door, and duck inside. Looking around realize you just walked into the woman's changing room. Another voice rings out, “Mom, go get me a size bigger, these don't fit.” Followed immediately by, “Yes honey.” Knowing full well your presence here will surely make her scream you duck into one of the stalls and pull the small door closed with a click. Backing away from the door you plop down on the tiny bench, clearly made for smaller occupants, and hold your breath till the woman walks past.

You can hear the clicking of hangers in the next stall and know full well there is someone in there, by the sound of it most likely someone in high school and you can't help but feel wrong being in here. Quietly you whisper to yourself, “Fuck, I shouldn't be in here.” Bored you decide to check your phone, reaching in your pocket you are surprised to find it is gone. “What the... “ Quickly you look around to see if you dropped it, but it isn't anywhere in sight. Thinking back you figure you must have had it in your hand when you stuck all the clothes on that shelf. “Well shit I guess I have to go back.”

“Is someone else in here?” You hear the girl ask, and go as quiet as possible, pulling your legs up as best you can so no one will notice you. That said it isn't like the little dressing rooms have any kind of security, other than a tiny easy to break lock, plus an opening under the door big enough you could fit under it.

“Fuck I am going to get arrested.” You hiss quietly, “I wish I had turned into a girl back there, at least I wouldn't be in this stupid mess.

Suddenly there is a hiss from the darkness, a voice you can't quite hear, but you are sure it says, “As you wish.” Then a sharp pain hits you, causing you to grab your head. The world begins to spin and before you know it you are lying on the floor looking at the white tiles of the ceiling.