Finishing your ice cream, you go to wipe your mouth with a napkin, only to end up staring at your transformed hand in shock. From its dainty size and smooth, soft skin to its long, sparkly pink nails to the slender, hairless arm it's attached to, everything about it screams femininity, quite the opposite of how it should be. A glance down at your other hand tells you it's undergone the same transformation, and also draws your attention to the rather weighty matter of your newly bountiful bust. A few stunned pokes and gropes confirm what you see is what you've got, and some even more shell-shocked exploration further down informs you of the completeness of the transformation.
On autopilot, you retrieve a pink makeup compact from your purse, and study your new face in its mirror. You obviously look completely different from before, but not unrecognisably so - The sparkly pink lipstick, eye shadow and even hair of you currently possess might throw them off a bit but if someone saw pictures of your new and old appearance next to each other, they'd doubtless assume you were siblings. Noticing that you still have ice cream around your mouth you wipe it off, accidently smudging your lipstick in the process. Without thinking about it, you retrieve a tissue and a tube of lipstick from your new purse and touch it back up again. The movements are so automatic that you barely even register what you're doing until it's done.
Disturbed, you stand to head back to the bakery and get some answers. As you do, you catch sight of your full refection in a ship window. You look spectacularly feminine and attractive - the cheerleaders at your old school would have killed to look as good as you do now. It's more than a little freaky to see a girl like that where your refection should be. You run for the bakery, wincing at how much your big breasts bounce and your newly shapely rear sways as you do so.
The chef looks up as you burst into bakery and smiles.
"Nice to see you again miss. Did you enjoy your treat?"
His calm reaction and apparent recognition of you knocks some of the wind out of your sails, and rather than a panicked tirade, you end up letting out a rather pathetic sounding;
"Like, what happened to me?"
You flinch slightly at the sound of your high, girly new voice. The chef lets out a deep chuckle.
"You ate a portion of my Girlified Vanilla Ice Cream and turned into a girl, of course."
"But, like, how? And why?"
"Oh, just a few of my special ingredients. And why? Well, why not? This is the Mall of Transformation after all!"
The chef chuckles again. His utter lack of concern is surprisingly soothing. If he's this blasé about it, it's obviously not that unusual from his point of view. Still, you can't stop you voice from trembling slightly as you ask you next question.
"This isn't, like, permanent, is it?"
"Oh no miss. It'll wear off once the special ingredient works it's way out of your system. With just one portion that shouldn't take more than a couple of days. Three at most."
"Three days! I can't, like, be a girl for three days! How am I supposed to explain it to, like, everyone?!"
"No need to worry, miss. The mall has enchantments on to smooth over things like that. People who know you will, well know it's you transformed, people who don't won't think anything is unusual. About this or any other transformation the mall's products bring about."
There's a slightly rehearsed air to what he says, and you can't help but wonder how often he's had to explain this to someone. Calmer, if not exactly happy with the situation, you ask another question.
"Isn't there, like, any way to change back sooner? Or at least stop saying, like, like all the time?"
The chef chuckles again and gives you a kind smile.
"The 'like' thing is just a little bit of left over from the transformation. It should stop once you're a little more settled into your new skin. If you want my recommendation miss, I'd suggest you wander around the mall in your new form for a bit and see how you find it before you get too worked up about changing back. Unless you really hate it, a few days in a different set of shoes can be an enlightening experience. But if you really want to change back, some Boyish Butterscotch Cookies should do it. You'll have to wait a bit if you want one though, I only started them a little while ago and it'll be at least twenty minutes before they're finished baking. If you don't want to wait, the staff at some of the other stores might be able to help you if you ask. The mall has quite a variety on offer!"
You thank the chef for his explanation and move away from the counter to think about what to do next. After a bit, you decide...
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