Your "boyfriend" shows up and takes you out of the mall

A dark-haired boy about age 19 and 6 feet tall walks over to you. His eyes are as wide as saucers. "Hillary, what are you doing?" he asks you.

"Huh?" you reply, coming out of your trance. You look down and see that your hands are still holding up your skirt. You look curiously at your panties for a moment with a fascination as to how they fit around your now-female anatomy. Realizing that you are still in the middle of the mall, though, your fascination does not last long. Feeling your face turn bright red with embarrassment, you put your skirt down.

"Are you feeling okay, Hillary?" the boy asks with a concerned look. "What were you doing with your skirt?"

You look at the brunette, who is standing there with a wicked grin on her face. "What did you do?" you demand.

"Who are you talking to?" the boy asks, looking puzzled. He looks in the direction of the brunette but acts as if nothing is there.

"I`m invisible to everyone in here," the brunette explains. "And I`ve made everyone in here forget about all the women in here pulling up their skirts. Well, everyone, that is, except YOU, my dear." She lets out a laugh.

Panic coming over you, you turn back to the boy. "Um, uh, I was . . . just . . . I thought I . . . had a wedgie in my underwear. I didn`t!" You pat your butt once and grin sheepishly. It is a little strange touching yourself there and feeling a pleated skirt instead of blue jeans. "Yep, everything`s okay back there."

The boy shakes his head. "You`re one crazy chick," he says with a sigh. "You`re the craziest girlfriend I`ve ever had, you know that?"

"`Girlfriend?`" you repeat. "We`re dating?"

The boy looks at you in disbelief. "We are for now, but if you keep acting like this . . . . Come on, let`s just get out of here. Too many people staring at us."

You look around for the brunette, but she has disappeared. Seeing no other options and wanting desperately to get away from all the people staring at you, you follow the boy to his car.

Once you are out in the parking lot, the boy takes you to his sleek black Porsche convertible. "Wow," you gasp upon seeing the vehicle.

Ignoring your comment, the boy opens the passenger door for you and hurries you inside. He shuts the door behind you and walks around to the driver side. He starts the car and drives off quickly, but at legal speed.

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