Steve Farber was enjoying the view. He often did that after school. Sure, he'd pick different locations, but the view was always the same: Girls.
The food court at the local mall was his pick that day. Plenty of people, plenty of eye-candy. If he was asked, he'd just say he was people watching, which was kind-of true. He was just being selective of the people.
He knew that the practice was demeaning toward women, that he was objectifying them. His mother had taught him as much. She'd done well by him, bringing him up as a single mother, showing him right and wrong, expecting him to be an upstanding young man. She didn't know the bad habits he'd picked up, though, since he'd started hanging out with Biff at school. Girls, drinking, even pot every once and a while.
Steve still thought of himself as a good guy, but he knew he was slipping. As a miniskirt walked by he felt his morals quiver. There was no way he'd be able to hold onto his ideal self forever unless he changed his behaviour. The problem was that girls were just so damned hot!
As he was slowly making his way through an order of fries and watching three girls walk by with incredibly long legs that ended in incredibly short shorts when he felt something shift. It was as if a switch went off in his mind. He looked around the food court. Everyone had stopped walking, talking, and eating. There were expressions of confusion on their faces.
Steve's eyes were drawn back to the denim-clad asses of the three girls. Why hadn't he seen it before? He was wasting his life staring at girls when he could be spending it dressed as one! He climbed to his feet and immediately rushed to the nearest women's clothing store. So, too, did all the men in the mall. The women, too, darted toward every men's store.
It was pandemonium. Clothes were grabbed, men were changing in the aisles, fights broke out over blouses, panties, bras. By the time it was done, not an article of clothing was left, except for those too tiny to fit any of the men. It took all day to process the sales, since most of the clerks had themselves darted off to find new clothes.
Steve himself, being a quick runner, had grabbed a good haul. Now clad in a leather skirt and sleeveless blouse, his former, male, clothes had been discarded unceremoniously on the floor (they had been gladly taken up by a red-headed girl desperate for something to wear). He was still getting used to the leather boots he was wearing; sure, they were a size too small, but he felt lucky to have found anything that he could squeeze his feet into at all! The last thing he wanted was to have to wear boy shoes!
He'd even had time to grab some make-up and hair products on the way out of the mall. The mirror in his car had become his salon as he applied foundation, blush, eye-liner and lipstick. A grimace formed on his painted lips as he saw how hopeless it would be to style his brush-cut. Maybe he would be able to pick up a wig while he grew it out.
As he drove home, he found a station on the radio that the girls at school liked and began to sing along with the latest starlet. He giggled; he never knew that pop music could be so fun!
Knowing that he had a football practice scheduled that night, and also knowing that it sounded like a total drag, Steve decided to blow it off. By the time he arrived at his house, he had decided instead to...
