You positioned yourself to watch the businesswoman more, you couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement as you walked down the adjacent aisle. She was looking at the rack of stockings while she held one in her hands that was wrapped in its package. It looked as if she couldn’t make up her mind on if she wanted it or not. You impatiently waited for her to get somewhere more secluded while pretending to browse the men's shirt section across from her while periodically looking around to see if that mall cop really had her eye on you. Glancing back over at your target, you thought that she looked pretty in a professional kind of way. “Was she some kind of secretary?” you wondered as you tried to guess where she could have possibly worked.
Finally she decided on a different pair of stockings and carried them with her over towards the changing rooms. You picked up a trendy Hawaiian shirt that was definitely not your style and followed her from a distance. Her hips swayed with each step she took in her heels, which added to her sexiness. Luckily for you she was in fact going into the woman's changing rooms. But there wasn't an attendant to check her in. She rang the attendant bell a couple of times and then looked around to see if an employee nearby. At one point, she briefly looked behind her and towards your direction, which made your heart jump out of your chest. You quickly turned your head and glanced away to avoid making eye contact as you pretended to browse another ringlet of shirts. Out of the corner of your eye, you continued to watch her as she waiting around for an attendant to show up. But after a couple more minutes, the woman became impatient and just went into the changing rooms.
Now was your chance. You quickly walked over to the counter where the woman had been standing and briefly looked around like she did to make sure no one else was there before slipping into the changing room after her. It was almost the end of the day and the store was going to close soon. You doubted that another attendant would even return. As you entered, you cautiously peaked around at all other stalls. They were all half opened except for one towards the back; which meant that nobody else was here except you and the woman. You slipped into a stall beside hers and silently waited as your heart rapidly beat in your chest. All sorts of thoughts weighed heavily on your mind. "What if this doesn't work? What will happen to me if I get caught? What if this does actually work?" You started sweating out of sheer nervousness until you finally you heard the stall door beside you open.
What happened next felt like a blur to you. As the woman stepped out of the changing room, you jumped out behind her, reached around and jammed the mask into her face. The next thing you knew was that your hand was suddenly covering her face and she lost her balance. If it weren’t for you catching her, she would’ve probably face planted into the floor.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck..." was all you could think as you stood over and looked at the unconscious woman laying on the floor as her head leaned against one of the stall door frames . At first you were worried that you might have hit her in the face too hard with the mask and knocked her out but when you looked to see where the mask went, it was nowhere to be found. You carefully dragged the woman back into an empty stall by her waist and sat her on the bench while leaning her against a wall before looking for the mask again.
(15 minutes later)
You sat in your truck as the sweat running down your face began to dry. 10 minutes ago you were freaking out in crammed dressing room with an unconscious woman while trying to decide what to do. The woman was slumped over on the bench and out cold after you ambushed her. Luckily, she was breathing so you knew that she wasn’t dead but there was no sign of the mask anywhere. You were sure that you planted it directly on her face so there was no way it could have disappeared. As you scoured the entire area looking for it, you began wondering what you were going to do if someone barged in and found you two. You should have just up and ran away before someone turned you over to the police but you couldn’t leave the mask behind since it would incriminate you.
In your truck, you held up the mask and looked into it as you tried wrapping your mind around what happened next as you saw an image of the woman’s face inside the mask. Amber Marie Goodman was her name. She was 33 years old and weighed 130 pounds according to her driver’s license. Originally, you were paralyzed in fear after spending several minutes searching for the mask and failing to find it. Touching her anymore than you already did made you worry that you were leaving behind DNA evidence that the police would use to track you down after she would surely wake and report being attacked. But right as you found your wits and were about to abandon your plan, a faint glow emitted from her face as the mask somehow emerged from underneath her skin. Your fear changed into awe as you realized that not only did you not drop the mask like you thought, but magic it was actually magical! It had to be; there was no other explanation.
When you grabbed the mask, it came off her face effortlessly and you finally got a better look at what she looked like. She wasn’t unattractive but she was also someone that you would ever see on TV or in a magazine ad. She looked quite pale and had a somewhat long hooked nose, high cheek bones and a dimpled chin. Her lips slightly too thin and she had large amount of makeup plastered over her face. The best way you could have described her would be the cute librarian next door without glasses.
You were hesitant at first about going through her purse but you wanted to know more about her. Her purse looked expensive and her wallet was full of credit cards. You weren’t sure how long she was still going to be out but you were sure that you didn’t want to be around when she woke up, so you cut your search short and put everything back where you found it without taking anything. Once the mask was back in your bag, you briskly walked out of the store and towards the parking lot as fast as you could without drawing attention to yourself. The last thing you needed was to have that mall cop stop you again.
~~~~~
You placed the mask back into your bag and put your truck into drive. As you nervously drove home, you were worried that police knew all about you and would pull you over any second. However, your trance was broken when your father knocked on your window and you realized that you were sitting in your driveway with your engine still going. “Hey Will is there a reason why you’re still in your truck?” he asked.
“I uhh… had a rough day at school today” you told him as an excuse.
He had that look like he wasn’t not pleased with something you did and began lecturing you. “Well if you gotten your ass into bed at a reasonable hour then your day would have probably be a bit easier.” he told you. More often than not these days it seemed that he either wasn’t pleased with anything you did or whatever you did do just wasn’t good enough in his eyes. He broke the awkward silence between the two of you that he created and said “You can mope around later Will. Your mother is putting dinner on the table; so hurry up and wash up.”
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