Running Like Mad

With a look of disbelief planted firmly on your face, you leap up and run as far as possible from the rats, Fred, and his ditzy girlfriend as you can in high-heeled shoes. After twenty blocks of frantic running, your legs begin to hurt something awful. You sit down on the curb for a moment, only to realize that across the street from you is a shop name "Madame Farsnooken's Magical Miracles and Laundromat".

"I could go and find some half-decent clothes, then see if Madame Whatzhername can change me back in a guy," you ponder aloud, "... or I could just go home. After all, I *do* look pretty cute, and it's not really so bad ... maybe I could go to http://www.fanfiction.net and read some cool stories like this one, though. So many choices!"

Written by procyon <aka That Writer Chick>

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