"What do you want, honey?" Patricia asked her 8-year old daughter Vicky.
"Uh ... a Pepsi and fries."
Patricia sighed. "Sweetie, that's not enough. Are you sure you don't want a hot dog too?"
Vicky shook her head "no".
Patricia sighed again. "Fine. But don't expect to get dessert." She ordered their food and paid for it. Then they both moved down to the left side of the counter to wait for their food.
When Vicky's drink was put down on the counter, she immediately grabbed for it, brushing her fingers up against Yuki's hand.
In the blink of an eye, Vicky's clothing was different. Instead of her little girl's dress, she was wearing a woman's blouse, a tight black miniskirt, pantyhose, and a pair of 3-inch heels. It was like something a woman would wear to an office-type job, only it was small enough to fit Vicky's body like a glove.
She snatched her hand back from the drink in surprise, looking down at herself.
"Vicky, what is it? Did you spill something on your blouse?" her mom asked.
"You see that I'm wearing a blouse too?"
Patricia looked at her oddly. "What else would you be wearing?" She looked at her friend Vicky with worried eyes. She sure was acting strange. Patricia and Vicky worked at the same office and had decided to head to the mall after work to relax and shop. In this new reality, Patricia was still married, but she had no children.
