"But..."I protested. Now that we were close to having people around, I was getting cold feet again. I certainly didn't want to be recognized, mocked, have more rumors spread, or worst, told that I really was a girl. Plus the breast forms felt weird within the bra, gave a weird bounce every time I moved. I seriously considered tossing them away, no matter the consequences. Zoe saw my expression and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. It was odd, for her to be so openly affectionate.
"Relax, Joanna. I didn't do this to be mean to you."
"Mean? Damn it, Zoe", you..."
"Lets face it, Anna. Boys are idiots. They'll be so focused on your chest, they won't look at your face" Zoe said dryly.
I winced, feeling cornered. I couldn't openly protest, as more people were around. I wanted to; there was more than idiotic boys like Biff around to make my life hell. Zoe forgot about the girls. Again, she must had read my expression,
"Worried about bumping into someone like Sarah and her friends? I wouldn't. That bitch is a cheerleader and pizza will make her fat" Zoe smirked. "Öf course, if you're still worried, since we are at the mall, we could give you a makeover. Spa, get your ears pierced, maybe a new look.."
"Ärrggh. Lets get this pizza, and go home "
"Good idea. I don't need you wreaking me reputation since I'm being nice to you. If you like, consider it payment for attempting to wreak it" Zoe grimaced. She herded me towards the pizzeria, and as I opened the door, I glanced at my hands and barely stifled the scream that nearly came out. I swore my hands and arms were smaller, daintier and generally more feminine than before, even with my reduction of height. Even my nails seem to be slightly longer. "Zoe..."
"What? Can it wait? I'm ordering" Zoe hissed quietly, but forcefully. There were several people around, none that I recognized, which was a small mercy. A few boys were there, but like Zoe said, they first looked at me, then my chest, before dismissing me entirely. I felt relief, but a small part felt disgust; they were checking me out, like a girl.. I repositioned myself and the clack of my shoe against the tiles brought me back to reality. I needed to check myself. Now.
Ï think something is happening to me. I'll be back" i said. Without waiting for a response, I headed for the bathrooms, and towards the ladies. I didn't want to, but given my appearance, I knew I had no choice. It felt foreign, and that I was an intruder. I opened a stall, and sat down. Did someone have the stone and was changing me? Was I still changing from the existing wishes? Or, was I just paranoid? I stared at my hands, unsure, doubting myself. I never really looked at my hands in detail, since I was more concerned with seeing changes, if any, to my chest. After a few minutes of staring, I couldn't see any changes, but then I got a dose of reality as I needed to pee for real. Cursing internally, annoyed, disgusted with my skirt, and slightly grossed out, I did it, got up and started washing my hands. With one last look at my hands, I shook my head and walked out. Zoe was waiting for me. Least my paranoia kept me away.
"About time. I've got the pizza. Lets go" she said grumpily, though she obviously wanted to say something else. She took the lead, and I was grateful to get out of there, least until I saw the back of her head. The roots of Zoe's normally jet black dyed hair were showing....
