It had been a shitty day, Daniel thought, as he sat at a table outside his favorite coffee shop. Dumped and fired in the same afternoon, he could have cried. To top it off, the waiter even brought him someone else’s order.
“Rough day?” a woman’s voice asked.
Daniel looked up. A woman in a beautiful white dress sat across from him, legs crossed. He could have sworn she hadn’t been there a second ago — and she wasn’t drinking coffee.
“You want a change? Maybe a new life?” she asked casually, glancing at the waiter as if trying to get his attention for her own drink.
“Sometimes I wish I could change lives,” Daniel muttered.
The woman smiled. “That’s all I need,” she said — and snapped her fingers.
Suddenly, Daniel was no longer at his table. He was now staring at his own body. He looked down — small hands, he grabbed his chest in shock the looked at the wedge-heeled shoes he was now wearing.
“Enjoy your new life,” said his old body as it stood up and walked away.
Daniel tried to stand, to stop her, but fell awkwardly in the unfamiliar heels. By the time the waiter helped him up, his old body was gone.
He had wished for a new life as a joke. Now he had it — and he was a woman.
The waiter returned with a cup of coffee. “On the house,” he said kindly. Daniel — or whoever he was now — managed a shaky smile as he wrapped his hands around the warm mug.
As he took a sip, a man walked past and caught his eye. The stranger smiled, casual but lingering, before continuing down the street.
Daniel blinked. His heart thumped strangely in his chest to his shock.
Maybe this really was a change for the better.
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