Alice, a broke but clever girl, is desperate for a job. She finds the perfect opportunity, but there's a tiny problem-it's only open to men. So, what does Alice do? She deepens her voice, dresses the part, and becomes "Alex," the most awkward "man"...
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"A_man? Why the fuck would they want a man for cooking and cleaning?" I spat out, my frustration boiling over as I paced back and forth in the cramped living room.
Hazel didn't even bother to look up from her mountain of textbooks, her pen moving steadily across the page. "You're acting like men don't cook and clean. Just shut the hell up, Alice."
I stopped pacing and glared at her, feeling the anger bubbling up again. "That's bullshit. I could do this job better than any damn man, and-"
"Alice, for fuck's sake, stop it!" Hazel snapped, finally lifting her eyes from her notes to glare back at me. "You're not letting me focus. You'll find another job, okay?" Her voice softened slightly, but the irritation was still there.
The living room was a disaster zone-books, papers, and half-empty coffee cups were scattered everywhere, making it look like a tornado had just torn through. Hazel was buried in her homework, the weight of her studies clearly pressing down on her, but my bad mood wasn't making things any easier.
I dropped onto the couch beside her, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as I fumed silently. My luck was absolute shit, and it felt like the universe was conspiring against me at every turn.
"I wish I were a fucking man. They would've given me the job," I muttered under my breath, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
Hazel glanced up at me from her books, a mischievous smirk slowly spreading across her face. She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my outburst. "Alice . . ."
"What?" I snapped, though my voice softened a little as I caught the look in her eyes. There was something about that smirk that made me feel uneasy, like she was about to suggest something outrageous-and knowing Hazel, she probably was.
"What if we made you a man?" Hazel blurted out suddenly, breaking into a fit of laughter as if she'd just come up with the world's greatest idea.
I shot her a look, completely baffled. "Are you fucking high?"
"Alice, just think about it," she said, still giggling, but there was a strange seriousness creeping into her tone.
"Pretending to be a guy isn't that crazy . . ."
I cut her off mid-sentence, completely floored by what she was suggesting. "What the fuck are you talking about? Pretending to be a man? Do you even hear yourself?"
Hazel leaned forward, her eyes wide with excitement as if she had just cracked the code to all our problems. "For real, no one would know! Haven't you noticed how some guys these days are wearing women's clothes and acting like women? Hell, one of my friends hit on this gorgeous girl at the library, gave her his number, and guess what? She was a fucking man!" Hazel practically doubled over with laughter at the memory, clutching her stomach.
