"Jared," you say, relieved that your gamble (guessing that this is your first date) paid off. "Sorry, Jared. I'm just totally spacing okay."
"That's okay!" Jared chirps. He laughs good-naturedly, scratching his blond, scruffy hair in a way you find curiously endearing. You would feel weird that an adolescent kid who looks like he's in seventh or eighth grade is trying to impress you by acting suave and striking curious poses, but that would only be if you ignored the equal weirdness of the fact that you are standing eye-to-eye with him, at least half a foot shorter than you used to be. Plus it's hard for you to judge while you're still taking in the young girl's body that you've ended up in, tan, slender and with only the faintest breast buds forming underneath the triangle-shaped pink bikini top.
"If you don't mind," you say, forcing yourself to smile. "I need to go to the bathroom right now."
"Sure, sure!' says Jared. "Go ahead. I hope you're all right." His tone and posture changes accordingly, going from jovial and lively to tense and concerned. You wave it off, affecting a painfully high giggle.
"Yes, I'm fine," you say. "Just give me a minute."
"Sure," he says, but you're already turned around before the word has left his mouth, walking as fast as you can with your short legs and tiny, bare feet. You almost walk into the men's restroom by mistake, but you course-correct at the last minute, saving yourself a world of embarrassment and awkwardness.
You're not even tantalized by the presence of other half-dressed woman, some high school classmates you've crushed on, others older and also drop-dead gorgeous. You beeline straight towards the mirror, and are disturbed when you find that your chest barely rises above the sink, and you have to lift your toes slightly to get a full look of yourself. You are an adolescent girl, all right, in middle school, it looks like, short, not yet in the deepest stages of puberty, with her brown hair, hazel eyes, and full lips, fairly indistinguishable from many other middle-school girls you've seen in your neighborhood.
"I'm a girl now," you think, "My name is Jenna, and I'm on a date with a boy name Jared. I'm going to need a little time to process this."
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