Your Wish is My Command

Cole: Something Different 💍

With a snap of her fingers, golden light enveloped Cole. He felt his body shift, every cell transforming as his surroundings blurred into something unfamiliar. When the light faded, Cole found himself in a cozy suburban home, standing in front of a mirror.

The reflection staring back at him wasn't the man he knew—it was a woman. She had soft, feminine features, wavy brown hair, and a slender figure dressed in casual yet stylish clothes.

"What the...?" Cole's voice was higher, softer. He touched his face, his hands trembling as he ran them down his body. This was no illusion. He was a woman.

Zahra appeared on the couch, lounging like she owned the place. "Well, how do you like your new life, Caroline?"

"Caroline?" Cole turned to Zahra, panic in his eyes. "I didn't mean this! I didn't want to become a woman!"

"You wanted a new life," Zahra said with a shrug. "Exciting, different—you got it. And before you ask, no, I can't undo it yet. My magic needs time to recharge."

Cole felt his heart race, but before he could argue further, a door opened behind him.

"Honey, I'm home!"

A man walked into the room—a tall, handsome man who radiated warmth and familiarity. He leaned down and kissed Cole's forehead. "How was your day?"

"Uh..." Cole froze, his mind scrambling for a response. "Good?"

The man smiled. "Great. I'll get dinner started."

As the man disappeared into the kitchen, Zahra smirked. "Oh, did I forget to mention? You're married now. That's John—your husband. Too-da-loo!"

Zahra vanished before Cole could say another word, leaving him to navigate the chaos of his new reality.

After being left alone, Cole glanced down at his new form. He was shocked. It was the body of the prettiest woman he had ever seen,  and even stranger, that body was his—or rather, hers...

She was no longer Cole, but rather, Caroline.

Caroline sat on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of her situation. A quick glance around the house revealed pictures of herself with the man—John, her husband, she assumed—and a life she didn't recognize but somehow belonged to.