15-year old Mark Stevenson walked through the mall with his head down and his hands in his pockets. He really didn't want to be there, but his mom insisted. Go out and meet some people, she said. Head to the mall and buy something, she said. Maybe you'll meet a friend, she said. Yeah, well, he was just gonna go to the electronic store and buy a new video game, then head back home. Good enough. He just didn't understand why people (especially his mom and half the girls at school) liked to go shopping so much. It was such a bore.
Not watching where he was going, Mark walked right into a woman wearing a little girl's dress. "Watch where you're going, you stupid ..." he started, as he pushed the woman away. But when he touched her bare arm, he felt strange.
He looked down at himself in shock, seeing that his clothes had changed. Instead of his T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, he was wearing a pink spaghetti-strap halter top, white pleated miniskirt, and a pair of pink 3-inch open-toe heels. "What the hell happened to my clothes?" He turned and looked at the two shopping bags hanging off of his arm. Where had those come from? Inside the bags were an assortment of girls' fashion.
"Patti, come back to the table with me. And don't run off like that again," a young girl said, pulling the woman away with her. She turned towards Mark momentarily and said "Sorry about this, miss."
Miss? Mark thought.
