Maybe this is love?

*Snick

The store door clicked shut with a quiet snick, almost imperceptible, but that sound made the girl flinch and look around frightened. Then she took a deep breath and tried to calm her shaking nerves, reminding herself of herself as she was in the morning. A person who did not care about anything and always laughed at others, teasing them and causing suffering for fun.

But it didn't help and she was scared to death and looked around nervously again. Her legs seemed to turn to jelly when she saw the approaching figure of a middle-aged balding man with glasses behind her. He walked slowly to her, smiling amiably. At the morning she had rudely told him to fuck off, when he kindly asked if he could help with anything, but that didn't matter anymore... She now wasn't that bad guy who called people to "dickheads," hated cowards and these guys who wanted to be girls. But thanks to the spores of a mycoramia plant she had sniffed in the morning she has become something that she hated.

As salesman got closer, she got even more nervous and she was afraid that he recognized her, so she lowered her head to hide behind her long bangs. However, to her surprise, the man just gently and respectfully asked:

"What is this beauty doing here at our little shop?"

She looked up and stared at the stranger, still shy, as he gazed at her in rapt adoration.

"W-who, me?" she timidly asked.

"No, the girl behind you," he chuckled, leaning down a little and looking straight at her. "Of course you, such a beautiful maiden."

*gulp

Hearing his compliment, the girl gulped, blushed, and, putting her palms on her cheeks, looked at the floor.

"Stop!" She whispered nervously. "I'm not... I don't think I'm beautiful." She said sadly, forgetting that she had come here to find a way back to her real self, hoping that if she finds the spores of this fungus, she will become her usual self - a terrible boy, a cruel bully. But now all her thoughts and desires are only to be nice, modest, kind to all people around her like a girl should.

"Thank... Thank you." she said in a very timid and sweet voice, and even looked through her lashes. "You are kind, Mr..."

"David," he interrupted her and held out his hand, smiling.

"Jeffrey... I mean Je-Je-... Just Jenny," she shyly replied and reached her tiny shaking hand out. When her palm touched the palm of this man, she had a strange new feeling, as if there was a slight electric discharge that ran down her fingers, her wrist, along the back of her arm all the way to her shoulder, giving her pleasant warmth. She lost courage to take it away and held his hand tighter for some reason.

"Mr. David is kind," she said, continuing to look timidly. "So kind and cute," she added with a giggle, but then suddenly, as if she remembered something important and urgently, she quickly pulled away and, looking frightened, glanced around the store. "It's wrong... I-I'm not... " she gulped hard and went silent, wanting to disappear, fall into the ground, or at least escape, but her legs just stood as if petrified and wouldn't obey her.

"It's all right, Jennifer," a sales clerk replied soothingly. "What are you looking for? Paint, easels, paints or something else? You know, for such a pretty young girl, we are ready to offer good discounts."

Words 'pretty young girl' suddenly gave her a huge surge of delight and self-esteem, making her blush, bite her lip and stare down. She wanted to hear it more and more often, as if without it she couldn't live. She was ashamed, afraid, felt n**d, but, nonetheless, it was the best moment after she turned into a girl and became a cowardly, meek little thing in her heart, her greatest desire was for that kind man to give her compliments and to be defended and taken care of her by him or any other man.