You suddenly remember you'd taken your backpack with you into the library, and head there first - you might need it to prove you are who you really are. Your new breasts are getting really annoying - although you're not running at any real speed, they're bouncing up and down so much you feel like they'll hit you in the face. You suddenly notice that your shoes are pretty comfortable to run in, and looking down realize you're wearing a pair of smart black flat shoes.
Thank god, you think, not knowing how you'd adapt to heels.
You almost run into someone coming out of the library, a guy you don't recognize, but you stop yourself, your bodies maybe an inch or two apart. You apologize, embarassedly, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he seems pretty pleased to get so close to you.
There's hardly anyone in the library, so you go straight to the table where you sat when you changed. There's no backpack there, but there is a large, silver handbag. Reluctantly, you bend down, and open it up...
There's a wallet inside, your wallet. It still has your student ID, unchanged by whatever changed you, your clothing... and apparently your backpack as well. There's some school books in there, a folded-in-half Spiderman comic, a mobile phone and house keys. Come to think of it, that's the entire contents of your backpack and pockets. Closing your bag again, you decide to get out and to the mall as quickly as possible, it must already be getting close to the end of the day.
You carry your bag by the strap, as you head to the door, before you realize you'd look more believable as a woman if you slip it over your shoulder.
As you walk out, Mrs Hawk, the elderly librarian, glared at you with what appeared to be disgust.
Awkwardly, you smile back. Had you done something wrong?
Then it hits you. You're a large-breasted, short-skirted young woman, carrying what appeared to be an expensive handbag. You're bound to get a few looks like that from women.
As if this wasn't hard enough already...