While the park certainly had its possibilities, I decided to take my mischief elsewhere. The air warped around me, and I found myself standing in the corridor of the local shopping mall. People were all around, darting in and out of various stores, eating at the food court, or just loitering, like I was. I soon spotted my first targets.
A couple in their twenties was walking in front of a storefront. They were both attractive, the young man wearing jeans and a nice polo shirt, with fairly new looking sneakers. The young woman was a knockout, and dressed very fashionably. A black tank top displayed her generous breasts, and her pleated miniskirt showed off long, tanned legs perched atop 6-inch open toed pumps. Her fingernails and toenails were adorned with glossy red polish, and her makeup and long blonde hair were perfect. It looked as though she was having the time of her life, though her boyfriend wasn't as happy. He seemed to tolerate being dragged around by such a knockout, but only to an extent.
"Haven't you bought enough, Tiffany?" he said to her as he adjusted the shopping bags he'd been coerced into carrying.
"Are you kidding, Jake?" she chirped, "I haven't even, like, begun to look at shoes!"
I grinned at their exchange. Then I snapped my fingers, which caused another exchange. The young man was now wearing his girlfriends clothes, while she was wearing his jeans and t-shirt. The man had impeccable makeup, a flawless tan, and a perfect manicure and pedicure just as his girlfriend had less than a second before. The girl on the other hand looked quite plain, although her D-cup breasts stretched the male polo shirt to its limits.
"Ohmigod!" Jake squealed. He minced over to the shoe store, not missing a step even though he was now towering at 6'5" in high heels. He looked at the designer sandals on display and gushed. "I have just got to have those!" Tiffany rolled her eyes as Jake handed off the shopping bags to her and took what was now his purse from her. He slung it over his shoulder without a second thought and swayed his hips as he entered the store, Tiffany slowly trudging behind. I watched for a moment as Jake frantically searched the aisles for shoes that would fit his big male feet, then pondered my next move.
