Dave, known disaster bisexual, is in love with Marie. But Marie is dating Dean, the handsomest guy in town.
After being gifted a magical bracelet, Dave gains the ability to transform into a totally different person...Jade, a beautiful, alluring al...
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After leaving the apartment, I found a quiet spot to change and placed the jade bracelet on my wrist.
Immediately, long, silky black hair covered my face, and I reached up to feel soft, plump cheeks. I brushed the hair back and adjusted myself, changing quickly into the clothes I had picked out for today's outing.
Once I had my clothes on, I got ready to go about on the rest of the day.
Let's just try a quick walk, I told myself. Nobody will be looking at you. It's going to be perfectly fine.
I tried to adjust myself, sticking my chest forwards instead of slouching, trying to remember what it was like to have good posture. As I walked by, expecting people to gawk at me or sniff me out, everyone ignored or avoided me. I suddenly felt strangely thankful for the social distancing guidelines.
As I continued to walk around, getting used to being in the different body, I started getting more brave. I walked up and down the street, passing bistros and cafes. Nobody spared me a second glance. I felt more and more like a normal person.
Remember, I told myself, Don't panic. Act normal. Scientists suggest that the smell of fear is real.
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The next place I passed by was the mall entrance. I hesitated outside of it, debating for a while, then walked up to the salesperson stationed like a guard outside of a small boutique. "Hello," I said. She smiled aggressively at me through the mask, as if trying to convey as much enthusiasm as humanly possible while hindered by the cloth covering.
"Hello ma'am!" She said brightly, and I felt a sudden rush of something warm and joyous.
Am I on my period? Is this what periods are like? Aren't women supposed to be sad on their periods though?
"Thank you," I said.
"Oh, and give me your hands here, sweetie," she said, and I dumbly stuck out my left hand. Immediately, she squirted some kind of fancy rose-scented sanitizer into it. "There you go," she said. "Are you looking for anything?"
"Uh..." I blinked, dumbfounded. "Um..."
I kind of want to ask if she can measure me for a bra.
