The Girl's Room

     Tony had to pee like there was no tomorrow.  He moved quickly through the busy mall crowd in search of a restroom sign and when he found it, he all but ran down the hallway.
     He came to the men's restroom and noticed an 'Out of Order' sign on the door.  Groaning, he painfully started back to the mall.  That was when he noticed the girl's restroom.
     Reconsidering only for a moment, Tony quickly knocked on the door and pushed it open slightly.
     "Hello?  Is anyone in there?"  He got no response.  "The men's room is broken … Hello?"
     Tony pushed the door all the way open and didn't see any feet under the stalls.  Glancing back down the hall, he saw the coast was clear so he ducked in.
     He got halfway to a stall before he returned to the door and latched the deadbolt.  Better safe than sorry.  Finally in a stall he dropped his pants and took care of business.  Relief overwhelmed him as he emptied his bladder.
     Just as he was finishing up, he realized he also needed to take care of some other business.  Figuring that since he was here and the door was locked, he turned around, dropped his underwear and sat on the toilet.
     As he sat there, he noticed a men's magazine in a small rack on the stall door.  
     "What the …" he posed, taking the magazine in hand and thumbing through it.  He passed the movie reviews, ignored the '100 ways to get money from your girlfriend,' and started looking intently for the joke page.  As he flipped, he caught a glimpse of a very attractive woman in a black mini-dress with a seductive look on her face.
     Opening to that page, he saw the woman was only a graphic for a survey of the 'Perfect Woman.'  It had statistics supposedly acquired from over 2000 men, indicating what features they liked in women.  45% of men preferred redheads; 15% liked tall women; 23% felt the legs were the most important feature.  At the bottom of the page was a blank form that men were asked to fill out and send in to help further improve the statistics.
     Tony thought for a second about what he considered 'the perfect woman.'  He went down the form and mentally filled in the blanks.
     Age:  24-years-old
     Height:  5'8"
     Weight:  140 lbs.
     Hair:  Black, Shoulder Length
     Eyes:  Blue
     Measurements:  36D-28-36
     Likes:  Short Skirts, Dancing, Parties, and Sex
     Dislikes:  Cats, Golf
     Completing his business, Tony replaced the magazine and stood up.  After the flush he buttoned his pants and exited the stall.
     Stepping out, Antonia stumbled a bit and nearly fell over when her right foot twisted.  She steadied herself and straightened up, suddenly noticing the hair on her neck, the weight on her chest, the breeze on her legs and the purse in her hand.
     Antonia looked down and saw a magnificent pair of D-cup breasts on her chest, pushed up and together into a fine cleavage.  Her torso was encased in a skin-tight, short-sleeved, scoop neck red mini-dress, and her legs wore a pair of sheer nude pantyhose.  On her feet was a pair of red, 4-inch, ankle-strap, platform heels.
     This discovery both confused and failed to matter in her mind.  It was as if one half of her brain had no idea why it was in this body, and the other half had been in it all its life.
     Antonia turned slowly toward the mirror over the sinks and watched a beautiful raven-haired woman turn to face her.  Her full red lips formed an 'O' and her almond-shaped blue eyes were open wide with surprise.  She reached up and touched her cheek with a slender hand displaying red two-inch-long fingernails.
     Antonia glanced at what she knew was her reflection and was curiously unaffected.  After a quick glance over her breasts, hips and legs, the only thought on her mind was, 'Lookin' good today.'
     As she left the bathroom and walked effortlessly back to the mall, she had only a passing hint of a thought about the way her hips were swaying.  But she quickly dismissed the thought because she knew her hips were moving just fine; Sexily.
     When Antonia reached the main drag of the mall, she realized she couldn't remember where she had been going.  She'd rushed to the restroom so quickly, her eventual destination had slipped her mind.  
     As she pondered her next course of action, she noticed a group of four young women giggling and glancing at her.  They looked like college students, wearing jeans, T-shirts and sneakers.  Two of them even had backpacks over their shoulders.
     "Oh, she's looking this way," one of them said, noticing her stare.
     "Darn brunettes," another said in a pouty voice.
     "C'mon, let's say 'Hi,'" said a third as she started towards Antonia.
     Antonia stood there perplexed and awe-struck as the women came up to her.  The shorter blonde introduced herself.
     "Hi, I'm Bethany.  Haven't seen you around before …"  Two of the others stifled a snicker.
     "Are you new to the area?" Bethany finished.
     Antonia thought for a second and realized she was indeed new to the area.  A smile crossed her face.
     "Yes, I'm new to the area."  Bethany smiled wider.
     "That's great!  Welcome to Burnsdale.  You must have moved here last week, from back east?  New Jersey, maybe."  The other girls covered their smiles.
     "Yes, practically right off the bus from Princeton," Antonia said in her obviously New Jersey accent.  Everything was falling back into place, and the mental fogginess she'd had moments ago was clearing.
     "Well," Bethany said perkily, "This is Montana, Tanya and Mimi."  She pointed to a redhead, tall blonde and brown-haired girl, respectfully.
     "Hi, I'm Antonia."
     "So what brings you out West?" Mimi asked.
     "Just graduated beauty school?" Tanya suggested.
     "Looking for work?" said Montana.
     "I'll bet you were recently dumped and are looking for a new boyfriend too," Bethany added.
     Antonia couldn't believe how well these girls could read her.  It was as if they knew everything about her before she did.
     "Yeah.  I majored in dyes and extensions, and I was hoping there was someplace in the mall that was hiring.  And yeah, Bobby dumped me for that whore Sheila, but I don't need him anyway."  
     Just then an attractive man walked by and Antonia gave his ass a long glance, which Bethany noticed.
     "Well then this is your lucky day, Antonia," Bethany started cheerfully.  "I know for a fact that the owner of Kwik Kuts is looking for a new stylist, and he's single."  A big smile spread across Antonia's face.
     "Really?  Is he cute?"  Bethany gave her friends a sideways glance.
     "Oh, yes.  I think you'll find him 'very' attractive."  Somehow, Antonia knew she would too.
     Bethany gave Antonia quick directions to the hair salon and the four girls bid her 'good luck' as she wiggled away, drawing the attention of every guy she passed.  Once she was out of sight, the four girls returned to their table.
     "Well, I sure wasn't expecting that kind of a woman from that guy," Tanya said.
     "You can't win them all.  Stupid brunettes," said Montana.
     "Hey!" Mimi squeaked, lightly smacking her friend's arm.
     "Okay you two," Bethany said, "Just pay up, Monty."
     Montana reached into her purse and handed over the five bucks she'd bet.  
     "So, this happens to every guy who goes into that bathroom?" Mimi asked.
     "No," stated Bethany.  "Tanya and I have been trying to track it, and best we can tell it has something to do with the men's magazine in the center stall.  The guys won't go in if we're in there, but from our investigations, every time a girl comes out where a guy went in, the center stall was used and the magazine was moved."
     "Wow … And when they come out you can just go up to them and make them think whatever you want?"  Tanya and Bethany nodded.
     "That reminds me," Montana inserted, "You can't ask them questions like you did.  Make statements.  If you ask questions their minds will solidify at random.  I'm going for a soda."
     "Oh, sorry," Mimi apologized after Montana.  She then turned back to Tanya and Bethany.
     "How long have you been doing this?"
     "Few weeks.  We discovered it by accident when we passed a very confused woman coming out of the bathroom.  We asked her if she was all right and she seemed to confirm anything we suggested was wrong with her."
     "But, how did you know she used to be a man?"
     "Well, we were actually looking for out friend Montgomery …" Tanya trailed off.  Mimi's eyes grew wide.
     "You mean Montana?"
     "Shhhh," Bethany said glancing cautiously toward the soda counter.
     "But I thought he moved to Helena, Missouri?"  Tanya shook her head.
     "Helena is in Montana," Bethany said clearly.  Mimi started giggling and erupted into laughter when Montana returned.
     "What's her problem?" she redhead asked.
     "Nothing.  Just told her about how the owner of Kwik Kuts is an overweight, balding man; and the sexiest man Antonia will have ever seen in her life."  Bethany smiled.
     "I have to say, that was cruel, Beth."
     "Oh, come on, Monty.  Martin is good people.  He deserves a sexy lady like that on his arm."  Montana shrugged.
     "Oh, look!" Mimi squealed and pointed.  A young man was moving quickly and painfully for the hallway to the bathrooms.  Each girl did her best to get a look at him before he disappeared around the corner.
     "Blonde hair," said Bethany.
     "Tan without lines," said Tanya.
     "Anything but a stupid brunette," said Montana.
     "Hey!" squeaked Mimi.
     "Monty," Bethany said matter-of-factly.
     "Five-foot nine-inches.  I'm through with guessing hair color."
     "Mimi?  You want to bet?" Tanya asked, then noticed Mimi's lowered brow.  "What is it, Mimi?"
     "I just thought of something.  If I used to be a guy and got transformed, would you guys tell me?"
     Tanya and Bethany glanced at each other and winked.
     "Nope," they said simultaneously.