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One Strange Day at The Mall
A Story by Rugburn
This story originally written for Alexander091988 who won my Kiriban
contest on Deviantart.
Dave Cheskey and Simon his son were quite a long way from home. They had
been driving nearly non-stop for days, pulling over infrequently to
sleep overnight in the car and once at an actual hotel. Dave made sure
to keep to the speed limit; He did not wish to be pulled over.
Being on the road for such a distance was taking its toll on Dave and
Simon. They felt horrible and their clothing was in even worse
straights. They used laundry facilities when they could but it became
apparent that they needed something new, especially since neither had
time to pack before leaving.
They were driving during an overcast day somewhere in the middle of
Kentucky. Dave manned the wheel as always and popped a caffeine pill
before washing it down with some day-old coffee. His eyes had become
very dark, but drive he must.
Simon woke up in the back seat. He pushed off blankets and blinked into
the dreary outside. "Where are we?"
"Not sure," Dave answered. "We're on the right road though, the map is
in the glove box if you want to check."
Simon stretched and yawned, then climbed into the front seat. He put on
his seat belt but did not go for the map. He learned how pointless doing
so was days ago. Every time Simon tried tracking their course it
reminded his father about switching to a different highway. They would
have been to their new home by now if it weren't for Dave trying to
throw off pursuit.
Simon reached for his own cup of day-old coffee. A habit he picked up on
this trip though he didn't know why. He sipped some of the bitter liquid
and cast another glance out his side of the car. A sign came up on the
side of the road that piqued his interest.
"Dad?" Simon said softly.
"Yes?"
"Can we go there?"
Dave looked at the billboard sign as it sped by. It advertised a mall
coming up at the next exit. He looked over to his twelve year old son.
The boy was just as shot as he was. His clothing worn out, he definitely
needed to get out and walk.
Dave smiled. "Sure, let's go."
Not long later they pulled into an empty parking lot. The parking lot
was obscenely large. In the distance a dark shape towered over the
horizon. Dave drove towards that shape, speeding up. He was going over
drawn golden lines meant for thousands upon thousands of parking spaces.
It seemed a little ridiculous to have a parking lot this large. Who
would want to walk so far to the mall? The mall was large. It towered
over them, and the farther they drove over the parking lot the more the
structure seemed to blot out the very sky itself.
The first twenty spaces in every parking row was marked 'handicapped.'
The father parked in one of them. There were no other cars around
anyway. Moments later they walked up to a giant arched glass entryway
and entered the Mall.
The cavernous interior was well lit and very open. Stores of every kind
lined a walkway that lead into the horizon. All the stores looked open,
they had plenty of merchandise available. Music filtered from unseen
speakers hundreds of feet in the air. Looking up one could make out many
interconnecting bridges revealing multiple levels within the Mall.
The size was rather disconcerting, but not nearly as much as the fact
that the mall seemed completely devoid of other people.
"Well..." Dave said turning to his son. "What did you want to do?"
Simon looked down at his shirt, it had a new hole on it and was grungy
from being worn too long. "How about some new clothes?"
Dave looked over his own pitiful outfit. He nodded gruffly. He pulls out
a wad of twenties and hands them to his son. "Get what you want and
we'll meet back at this spot in one hour ok?" He sees a store behind
Simon, he nods towards it. "Later you and I will check that uniform
store out, I signed you up for Bridgemoore Academy where we're going and
you'll need a school uniform."
Simon nodded and hugged his father. Then the two split ways.
"I want us to get back on the road in three hours ok? So get what you
need as fast as possible," Dave called out to Simon.
Dave found a clothing store that held rather conservative-looking
outfits. They appealed to his sense of fashion, plain and straight-
laced. He entered and wandered the men's department.
He looked around but there was no sales associate in sight. Idly he
wondered why nobody seemed about at all but that thought quickly pushed
out of his head when he realized he had walked into the women's section
of the store.
He turned to go back to the men's clothing when his arm brushed up
against a blouse and static cling made it stick to him. He looked down
at the blouse. The arm of the blouse was stretching off the rack,
sticking to the cuff of his shirt.
Dave sighed and bent down to fold the arm back into the nicely pressed
blouse. The other arm of the blouse clung to Dave's other cuff.
Exasperated, Dave pulled the light blue blouse off the shelf and tried
to fold it to put it back. Instead it flattened against his shirt, the
arms matching up perfectly on his arms.
"What?" He looked down. The blouse rippled and pulled taught, somehow
creeping around and enveloping him. In a split second he was wearing the
blouse over his shirt.
He backed away from the racks with the blouses while pulling on the one
that he was wearing. He bumped into another rack and felt a fluttering
about his waist. He looked down and yelped in surprise. A moderate
length, light blue skirt had secured itself around his waist and legs.
He turned to run, but the narrow skirt hampered his stride and sent him
tumbling to the floor.
"Ooomph!" he gasped and coughed, his voice felt different, higher.
He turned on the floor and felt a chill. Looking down showed that the
clothing he had been wearing was dissolving underneath the blouse and
skirt. More alarming was a flesh colored snaking object that inched
towards him on the floor...it was...pantyhose???
The sheer underwear yawned open and enveloped his feet, shoes and all,
before sliding up his legs. The bulge from his shoes slimmed down into
feet, smaller than what he knew they should look like. Too late he
started to kick and try to get the sheer material off but his legs were
already consumed and reshaped.
He felt dizzy and started to hyperventilate, his next few breaths caused
him to heave his chest. The chest stuck out further with each breath
until two lovely shaped mounds stood out prominently. Dave felt
something crawl up his arm, he looked to find a tip of grey disappear
under the sleeve of his blouse. He wondered what it could be until he
felt it wrap around his chest and pull his newly minted breasts in
tight.
Dave stood up. Curly hair dangled down his neck, he felt shorter against
the surrounding clothing racks. He certainly felt lighter on his feet.
He tested his voice. "Laaaa, laaaaaa lalalaaa." It rang out in a clear
soprano. He then put his hands on his crotch.
That moment confirmed all that had happened. Dave was now a woman. She
sighed and wondered what to do. She looked around her. Nobody was
anywhere. She took a step to the exit and felt her foot land neatly into
a shoe.
She looked down. Her right foot was now in an open-toed high heel. It
matched the shirt and skirt nicely. She lifted her left foot and moved
it forward. Slowly she brought that foot down, and sure enough a
matching shoe slid out of nowhere to catch it.
Dave sighed again. Then she straightened.... "SIMON!"
She bolted from the store
Meanwhile Simon had actually been looking through a couple of stores
that had caught his eye. One held skateboarding equipment; another had
some street clothing that he liked.
Simon was able to find a few shirts and pants that appealed to him. He
also found that most stores had a self-checkout counter that would
automatically tally up his purchases. All he had to do was insert money
into the cash-eater. Simon kept his receipts to give to his father.
He wandered back to the spot that he was supposed to be meeting his
father. The uniform store caught his eye. He wondered what he would be
wearing at this academy his father had signed him up for. So he went
inside to check out what styles were available.
The school uniform section showed quite an interesting range of styles.
From old looking petticoats to slick khaki slacks with white button down
shirts. Simon's eye was instantly taken to a row of uniforms with many
different colors. In fact they were all arranged on a wall in a rainbow
pattern.
Upon closer inspection Simon saw that they were all shirt-miniskirt
combos. The top of the selections were white outfits with splashes of
color trims that made the rainbow motif out of them. The next row down
were grey uniforms with the same rainbow of trim selections. The
uniforms at Simon's level were navy blue with the colored trims.
Simon pulled one with gold trim off the shelf. Looking at a tag on the
inside he saw the size and the word seifuku.
"Girls actually have to wear this?" He asked out loud. He held it up
against his body and saw that the skirt came to just over his knees. He
wondered what it was like to be so exposed. His legs had always been
contained in pants or shorts.
A thrill went up his spine and he looked around quickly, noting that,
sure enough, nobody was about.
It wouldn't be bad to try it on would it? He spotted a changing room and
ducked inside with the seifuku.
Dave clip-clopped down the walkway with short mincing steps. She was
trying her best to hurry in high heels and a skirt that limited the
length of her stride. She felt a little grateful that her breasts
weren't swinging back and forth exaggeratedly thanks to the bra,
although the hair flying into her eyes and mouth did get on her nerves.
A part of her felt hollow inside; and strangely enough, springy, like
she could leap into the air and take forever coming back down. She felt
off balance and wobbled in her stride before collapsing forward.
Dave turned slowly, the fall was very slow, certainly not jarring like
she would normally expect. She looked down her body and was struck with
a feeling of unreality unlike any she had had before.
Her legs were gone.
Out of the skirt stretched two sheer nylon pantyhose legs to a pair of
high heels. Dave turned her body and the pantyhose twisted around with
her movements. Dave reached down to the missing legs but paused as she
realized something else. Her hand was disappearing into the sleeve of
the blouse.
She brought both hands up to her face but they were gone. Instead she
looked inside the blouse sleeves to see that they were empty. They then
collapsed and flapped away, no longer under her control. There was just
the sleeves of the blouse.
Dave found an extra flexibility in her neck. She looked down and found
that her neck was more or less completely gone. Instead she saw that the
blue fabric of the dress was attached to her head from behind, and she
could look down into her blouse to find that it was completely hollowed
out. Her body was no longer in there. A bra hung over an invisible chest
before collapsing in on itself.
This was followed by her skirt which also collapsed into a flat shape on
the floor and then continued into her blouse at the stomach region, then
chest, then...
Dave's vision clouded over with stars and she could see no more.
For a moment, there was no movement. The blue outfit remained on the
ground, as though someone laid it out that way; haphazard and loosely in
the shape of a person.
Then there was a soft ringing, followed by two sets of footsteps.
A prim and proper man bent over and gathered up the clothing. He folded
it neatly and tucked it into a box. He then closed the box and turned
around. He held the box out for the other person.
The other person was a woman; dressed prim and proper as well. She was a
straw blonde with good looking figure and had a Victorian era look about
her, but could still fashionably fit in with modern society. She took
the box and it disappeared in her hands.
The two of them then walked away from that spot.
Simon felt a little foolish, but thrilled at the same time. He looked
over his reflection in the mirror and thought that the strange uniform
looked good on him, despite being the wrong gender. He turned once,
twice...then froze.
On the third turn he found himself facing a drastically different
reflection. His body instantly reduced in height, width and mass. Extra
hair fell down his shoulders, a waist that was narrower and even...
Simon felt his chest. There were small protrusions that shouldn't be
there. She lifted the front of her uniform and realized she sported an
off white training bra. Then she realized that she knew what the
training bra was, despite never having actually been taught what it was.
Simon squeaked and bolted from the changing room.
She came face to face with a blonde woman in Victorian clothing.
"Mom?"
The woman smiled and instantly embraced her former son.
"Simon," she said, her voice catching a little.
Simon hugged her back. "How...how can you recognize me?"
The woman leaned down to be face to face with her child. "Do you really
think I couldn't my own child no matter what form you were to take?"
"Do you know why I changed?" Simon asked her.
"You put on this sailor fuku," the mother explained indicating the navy
blue with gold trim outfit worn by Simon. "Why would you do that?"
Simon's cheeks flushed and she looked off to the side feeling extra
exposed in the skirt and fluttery outfit. "Umm."
"Its ok," the woman said smiling. Then hugged Simon again. "Let's just
go home."
"But dad..."
"Don't you worry about your father; I haven't harmed him. But he and I
will talk later about you and he running off."
"I'm sorry mom, it's just I..." Simon started and avoided eye contact as
she began tearing up.
"Shhhhh," the woman placed a finger on Simon's lips. "I'm not angry with
you. The note you left explained how you felt. I promise we'll be closer
from now on." She looked up and down her former son. "You can even stay
a girl if you want. A mother and daughter have an extra special bond
after all."
Simon's mind reeled. The connection that had been missing, the thing she
craved. Her eyes began to well up again. She then buried her head into
her mother's embrace. "Thank you mommy, thank you. I love you so much."
The proper man stepped into the store. "Ma'am, The Mall director has
asked that we hurry up. The doors will be shifting open soon."
The woman nodded and stood. She took her new daughter's hand and the
trio walked out of the store. In a few minutes a the woman spirited all
of them out of The Mall.
NOTE:
Below is the original request that spawned the writing of this story.
From: ~alexander091988
Date: Oct 5, 2008, 3:30:08 PM
k ive decided
(for the story)
a father and son go to a mall that is mysteriously deserted looking for
clothes
father finds a suit and transforms into a woman (clothing tf if
possible)
the son goes to a school uniform place and tries on a sailor fuku and
becomes a schoolgirl
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