Warning: There is a bit of PG/PG-13 stuff in this chapter about Amy. And I hope no one here hates the word "bra". To the guys – I'm sorry. I know shopping is boring. But at least I make it somewhat funny!

What the Tide Brings In – Chapter 4 – Three New Teenagers, a Shopping Spree, and a Train Trip.

By strawbeby

All four of our teenagers formerly known as seven year old kids, took a moment to take all of what was before them in before they spoke. In all of them you could see a hint of their former bodies, but even if their own parents passed them on the street, the parents would not be able to recognize them as their own.

"Holy Cow, Conan!" George exclaimed. He realized then that his voice took a lower setting then he played with that. "Hey, I even sound grown up! 'Luke, I am your father!' Cool!" He livened up, as he thought about how 'cool' being a teenager would be. George looked a couple years over seventeen though, because of the style of his clothing. Dr. Agasa, being a person who mostly wore only a lab coat, had very few casual clothing and the ones that Conan had gotten for George looked so old that they were practically falling at the thread. He wore a blue Hawaiian looking shirt, whose print was so tacky that Jimmy was surprised that he didn't realize it earlier when he picked it out. The shorts looked like they were supposed to be denim at one point in time, but they just settled on being a worn blue mish mash of a fabric. George himself though looked normal (or at least he did not look like he had gotten mixed up in some toxic waste at a young age and become deformed). His buzz cut hair remained the same, along with the signature "George eyebrows" and eyes. His head evened out, though (stbb: Have you ever noticed that his head looks like a triangle most of the time in the episodes?), and like all matured kids, his face became slightly narrower, though the bulk of it was still there, and a chin protruded out. George's body had somehow slimmed slightly in the process, but anyone could still see that he had gained a more muscled body. Also of course he'd gone through the growth spurt that he had still left in him, now sporting a size of 13 in men's shoes and easily towered a foot over the rest of the people in the room.

"Woah!" Mitch said. "You really were telling the truth! Cool! So this is what it's like being all grown up!" Mitch, having the best clothing options of the group because he was about the same size as Jimmy, looked like a model out of the magazine. Except that the forest green pleaded shirt that Conan had given him was put on inside out. His hair was definitely longer than George's, but it somehow looked well groomed, and gave the rest of himself an air of one who isn't trying hard to be perfect, but somehow is. Mitch's face took on a definite example of this, because the rest could see that face that they recognized but it had grown more handsome and dignified. Though you couldn't tell it at them moment because he was grinning his head off. His body's form stayed the same as well, except that, like George, he gained more muscles. Mitch was a couple of inches taller than Jimmy, though, so the blue jeans that he had loaned to him looked more like caprice or high waters.

At this time Mitch made an intelligent move. He reached his hand up into between his butt crack and informed the rest of the people in his company, "I don't know if I like it. Do grown-ups always have super wedgies? 'Cause if they do, I don't know how they do it."

This observation brought a sudden realization to Jimmy. Their underwear! I forgot to tell them to change! They've got to be uncomfortable. And Amy probably isn't wearing a bra...(Do seven-year-old girls wear bras?)...Even if she was then it would still be really tight. So blushing slightly for thinking the word bra and thinking it along the terms with Amy, he said, "Oops. I guess that I forgot to mention that you'd need to change underwear. Of course you wouldn't have anything to replace it with, but we can get them later, along with some clothes that you'll need. And I bet that your pretty uncomfortable at the moment Amy, for not having a...uh...bra."

Since that last sentence was directed at her, the others looked over at Amy to see her reaction to turning seventeen. She was the shortest of all of the four, being the girl, but by no means was she the least changed. Amy's haircut was the same as before, a cute short bob with a white hair band in it, but it wore on this Amy different that the last. This one's face still held that girlhood twinkle in her eye, but her nose lengthened out significantly, and her mouth's lines created a natural outspokenness. Amy looked every bit the petit girl part in the body's sense, except for her arms being stubbornly folded across her chest. With tight lips she firmly commanded, "Change me back, Conan. I don't like it."

"Why?" George chuckled like such a wish was foolish. "This is gonna be a blast, Amy! Wait and see!"

Amy's glare shot bullets and daggers in his direction when she angrily replied, "This is why!" She unfolded her arms to reveal to the guys her chest. Yes, she did fit the flower-printed shirt, and old jean shorts of Rachel's just fine. Except in one area where it was substantially different. The chest. Or more specifically the breast area. Rachel was a normal girl in that area. But Amy's...area...was quite large and without anything to hold them in place they threatened to pop the buttons of her shirt. Around her, the three now-teenage guys' eyes bulged out of their sockets at the hormone stirring sight. For a moment no one said anything, whether being in an outraged storm, or shock that Amy could have such ... assets.

Finally, though, the courageous Mitch spoke up. "It's a lovely change, Amy. You've grown great, I mean, uh you look pretty!" he said, as he worked up a good flush.

His embarrassment was overlooked, thankfully. Amy firmly said, "Conan! Change me back! Now!" in such a voice that she wouldn't realize until later, but it had a quality in it that makes all under its wrath squirm in fear. However, Jimmy somehow found the strength to reply "I can't. It has to wear off. And please, don't call me Conan anymore. My real name is Jimmy. If you guys end up accidentally calling me Conan when we get to the beach, then my whole cover could be ruined, Rachel would find out, then not only she would be murdered but all of you, too."

"Fine!" Amy roared. "I'll go on your stupid trip! Whatever! I just need to tell my mommy bye, and grab my teddy!"

Unfortunately, Jimmy had to add another unpleasantness to her wrath. "I'm sorry, Amy. If you go home, your mom will know you've turned seventeen, she'll find out that I'm really Jimmy Kudo, word will get out, then again, death and destruction to hand out to everyone I know an love with a special note from those men in black."

Again, the kids who were never teenagers to begin with replied in suprise with, "WHAT?!"

Jimmy bent his head toward the ground in an apologetic way. "I thought you guys realized that when I called them." By this time Amy was on the verge of tears. No Mommy, no Daddy, no Teddy, no bed. I have to be someone that is really uncomfortable with a wedgie. And Conan keeps telling me that I'll die if I don't keep this secret. Great. Life just keeps getting better and better. Mitch and George didn't look too happy either. George was still psyched from having a deep voice and more muscles to be really down, but Mitch realized the downside, too. All I'm going to do is embarrass myself. I feel like going home, crawling under my bed, and then eating a bag of Mommy's homemade cookies.

Fortunately, Jimmy had an upside. "But there's a good thing about being older. No adult supervision." He thought about that for a second then corrected himself. "Well at least for me. You all will have me, but I'm no babysitter so..." Amy still didn't look too happy so he also popped in another point. "And, you'll get to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe. Thankfully good ol' Dad trusts me with an emergency credit card. And I'm sure that he won't mind it being maxed out (Evil Grin. He He He.). That will be something to get you in the teenage girlish frame of mind, Amy."

So they left the Kudo residence, to go to the nearest mall (it's actually the one that they got trapped in, in the case of the hi jacked department store). But before they actually went there, they stopped over at the Agasa residence to see how the Doc was doing. They didn't stay long though because he was cranky. Well you would be too if you had your experiment messed up by three kids and now had to use a back up voice immolator to fool their parents whenever they called. Other than that, though, he's fine. So they left as quickly as they could for the dual purpose of getting to the beach TODAY and leaving the foul mooded Doc behind.

Soon they had arrived at the mall and Jimmy, having to do some more things, sent them on their own to shop. "I still have a lot to do before we leave. For one my own packing is not done and though you get to buy your own wardrobe, I can't. Another, the hotel reservations still need to be made. I haven't even made my own, thinking Rachel could possibly let me bunk in her room, but now I can't because you all came along. Plus how are we going to get there, that credit card won't last forever for our money supply, and the list goes on. So I'll give you all two hours of free reign of the store. Give the clerks the excuse that all your life your mom has made your clothes and she, uh, died a week ago and, uh, your dad insists on a new wardrobe. Whatever. But please keep in mind that we're going to a beach so you'll need the right accessories, etc., etc." After another five minutes of lecturing he handed Amy the credit card and he left. Letting three seven year olds, who look and sounded 10 years older than they actually were, loose in the mall. (What was he thinking?)

Amy took her natural leading role in the group, led the two boys at her side to the men's department, released them, then ran in the direction of women's.

(stbb – Please don't kill me for adding this songfic to this)

She runs into the women's department and as a grin comes across her face the song "Wild Thing" plays on the overhead intercom.

"Newwwwwww, dum dum, dum dum dum, dum dum, dum dum dum"

To each beat is a different pair of sunglasses that Amy has tried on (ex: Gold rimmed, purple lens'; wide ones with light pink lens'; tiny yellow square ones; ones that wrap all around her head)

"Wild Thing! Dum dum, dum, dum"

Amy flairs out of the dressing room in a sunflower printed sundress, and models it for herself in front of a large mirror in front of her.

"You make my heart sing. Dum dum, dum dum"

She comes out in a school girl's ensemble this time then makes a really stupid attempt at dancing a disco in front of the mirror.

"You make everything."

This time it's a body suit with cheetah spot's all over it, and again she does something stupid, this time growling and clawing pathetically like a cat (though she's not really trying to be pathetic).

"Groovy"

All we see now is her head and she flips her hair like she's a model.

"Dum dum, dum, dum, Dum dum, dum, dum"

Now with each beat flash a different pair of shoes that Amy's tried on (ex: jellie sandals, high heeled tennis shoes, big black go go boots)

(stbb – That's it for now. I could've written more but I had developed writers block and I did promise you all of the next chapter up in a week.)

Amy, Mitch, and George join back up an hour and a half later, and they pay for their purchases. All in all they only maxed out half of the credit card, but in all reality that's still a lot. I'll run down a list of what basically George and Mitch each bought:

3 casual tee shirts

3 pairs of men's jeans (all blue except one pair of George's)

1 dress shirt (Mitch- cranberry; George- forest green plaid)

1 pair of dress pants (both are tan)

1 pair of tennis shoes

1 pair of leather sandals

1 pair of flip flops (Mitch- thong; George- over strapped)

1 pair of loafers

1 pair of swim trunks

1 pair of pajamas (George- Red plaid; Mitch- yellow with black polka dots)

1 pair of pajama pants for cold nights (Mitch- black; George- gray sweatpants)

1 windbreaker

3 towels

1 package of underwear

1 package of white socks

1 package of assorted colors of socks

1 toothbrush

1 set of combs

1 hair brush

1 stick of "manly" smelling deodorant (at least according to George)

The last things on the list were under recommendation of the nice lady at the counter (not the guy that helped dress them) after Mitch and George told her about where they were going. There were also a couple of entertaining things that the credit card bought for them, like Mitch bought a book with a lot of drawn pictures about aliens and big foot, and George got himself a family pack of Goldfish crackers and a portable CD player. They also got themselves 2 suitcases each to pack this stuff in. Amy though had gone hog wild in her shopping spree. I'll list a few things that she bought:

1 body suit in tiger stripes (she thought that stripes were more slimming than spots)

5 sundresses each in a completely unique print

3 pairs of sunglasses one for fashion, one for practicality, and one for hiding from people

1 pair of tennis shoes

2 pairs of pump shoes

4 pairs of flip flops (only one for practicality, the rest for fashion)

3 pairs of pajamas

1 bikini

1 one piece bathing suit

1 over shirt for bathing suits

2 jackets (one windbreaker, one fleece)

2 "fancy frilly" bras

3 sports bras

2 packages of underwear one white one multicolored

1 hair brush

1 curling iron

1 set of combs

50 piece set of hair accessories

1 crimping iron

1 toothbrush

1 electric toothbrush

The list goes on.

And on.

So as you can see she did a lot of shopping. If I listed all of what she bought I'd be here typing for days. All in all it was an estimated $1370 for all of her items (sorry, I only know U.S. currency). And she also bought 5 suitcases to carry it all in plus a duffel bag for some more "necessity" items such as nail polish, 3 teenage magazines to learn all that she could about being a teenager, and a 40 piece makeup kit. (That's a scary thought – Amy and makeup ï