Mikey opened the front door and stepped out into the shifting daylight. This was the first time she'd been out on her own since the sun changed. Her parents had been reluctant to let her go, but Sarah needed clothes, wanted them ASAP, was too much of an emtional wreck to go out anyway, and neither of her parents could go out in the daytime. Besides, she was only going to the Salvation Army, not all the way downtown.
She strode briskly down the street, not even really noticing the graceful efficiency with which her new body maintained her gait. She wasn't extremely fast or anything, but her capability to keep a steady pace without having to consciously watch where she was going meant that she could go faster walking than most ordinary humans. It was just another convenience of her new form, though it was also another thing that kind of bothered her when she thought about it.
What was going to happen to her? She didn't seem to be changing in who she was; she was much like she had been when she first transformed three weeks ago. She was still energetic but quiet, and still kind of annoyed at being turned into a girl (though she wasn't as bothered by it as Jon seemed to be.)
On the other hand, many of the things that freaked her out when she first discovered them now seemed almost normal. She just knew the time and date, just like she just knew the answer to any math problem she was presented with. Which was fine and all, but what if she started getting used to the other stuff? What if she woke up one morning and had absolutely no problem with being a robot-girl for the rest of her life?
Even now, she found herself wondering if it would really be so bad. After all, her mom already had her wearing girls' clothes, and that...well, it was weird, but she couldn't really say it was bad. On the other hand, growing up as a girl meant she would like boys, right? And that was just gross! But...wasn't that how even girls felt about it, at her age? The more she tried to make sense of the situation, the more confusing she found it.
Fortunately, she arrived at the Salvation Army before she could get too baffled. She headed inside and set about sorting through the women's underwear to find a sports bra for Sarah. The harpy had given her the measurements by which to find one, though she didn't have much context for understanding the strange alphanumeric code that they were categorized by. She sorted through until she found three that fit Sarah's criteria, grabbed a book off the juvenile fiction rack as payment for her services, paid, and headed back out.
Mikey was close to halfway back to her house when she came across a young girl, maybe a couple years younger than her, six or seven. She was sitting on the sidewalk, hunched over crying, and wearing only an extra-large T-shirt. It was so large, in fact, that the neck-hole dropped to about a third of the way down her torso, revealing an oddity: she had a third nipple right in the middle of her chest, directly in between the other two.
But Mikey wasn't paying much attention to that, and merely knelt down beside the sobbing girl. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Where's your mommy and daddy?"
"I-in th-th-there," the girl replied, indicating a rather posh house just down the block. "Only they're not my mommy and daddy anymore. Our windows got broke and they t-turned into b-b-bunny girls. Only my mommy got a...a...um, a boy-thingy, and they've been doing, uh, you know, ever since. And now they don't even notice when I'm there, and I'm talking like a little girl, even when I try to use naughty words, and...and..." She burst into tears again.
Mikey wasn't exactly sure what the little girl was talking about, but she put an arm around her shoulder. "Come to my house," she said. "Maybe my mom and dad can help you. What's your name?"
The little girl sniffed and pressed into Mikey's shoulder. "Biff," she said. "Biff Meadows."
