MidReal Story

Mall Mirrors: A Week in Her Shoes

kayleighwinter

Scenario:a man can become whatever he imagines, so long as he puts on the relevant clothes. He decides to spend a week as a woman out of boredom, but he also doesn't own any women's clothes to change in the first place...to the mall!

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a man can become whatever he imagines, so long as he puts on the relevant clothes. He decides to spend a week as a woman out of boredom, but he also doesn't own any women's clothes to change in the first place...to the mall!

Mark Thompson

Jason's skeptical friend, friend of Jason and acquaintance of Emily, stocky with a beard, pragmatic and humorous.

Emily Carter

Jason's guide at the mall, acquaintance of Jason, petite with curly hair, friendly and knowledgeable.

Jason Miller

the bored man, no direct relationships, tall with a lean build, curious and adventurous.

I was bored.

It was something I was used to, being a solitary man with few friends.

I didn't go out with the guys from work, I didn't really have much in common with them.

I didn't have any hobbies either, I'd tried a few but nothing had stuck.

So, usually I just spent my free time alone, watching TV or playing video games.

Recently though, that had been boring me too.

I needed something new to do.

Something different.

Something that would excite me, or at least interest me. As I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling I wondered what?

I could learn a new language?

Take up cooking?

Something like that.

But nothing had jumped out at me.

Until recently.

Lying here now, I was thinking about how bored I was, when my mind started to wander back to something I'd thought about before but never acted upon.

I tossed my phone onto the couch cushion, Mark's laughter still echoing in my mind.

The mall wasn't exactly my favorite place, but it was a necessary evil for this new adventure.

I pulled into the parking lot, the sun beating down on my car as I searched for a spot.

After a few minutes of circling, I finally found a space near the food court.

As I stepped out into the warm air, the smell of greasy burgers and sweet pretzels wafted over, making my stomach growl.

I made my way through the crowds, weaving past strollers and chattering teenagers.

The cooking supply store was tucked away in a corner of the mall, its sign reading "Kitchen Delights" in bold red letters.

I pushed open the door, a bell above it ringing out as I entered.

Mark was already there, browsing through a rack of colorful aprons.

"Hey, man," he said, holding up a bright pink one with white polka dots. "What do you think? Should I get this one?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You're not serious, are you?"

He chuckled. "Maybe a little. But honestly, I think it'd be a great conversation starter."

I shook my head, laughing. "You're something else, Mark."

A sales associate approached us, asking if we needed any help finding anything.

Mark launched into a detailed explanation of our cooking aspirations, and the associate nodded enthusiastically, leading us to a section filled with beginner-friendly cookbooks and utensils.

As we browsed through the shelves, Mark started tossing items into our basket – a chef's knife, a silicone spatula, a cookbook titled "Cooking for Dummies".

I raised an eyebrow at the last one. "Really? You think we need that?"

Mark grinned. "Hey, better safe than sorry. We don't want to poison ourselves on our first try."

I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. "Fair point."

Just as we were about to head to the checkout, I spotted a display of chef's hats near the back of the store.

On a whim, I grabbed one – a crisp white hat with a red stripe running across the middle.

Mark raised an eyebrow as I placed it on my head. "You know you look ridiculous, right?"

I struck a pose, feeling a strange sense of excitement building in my chest. "I'm embracing my inner chef."