I still wasn’t used to the clicks and clacks that came from my heels as I walked. I mean, really wasn’t used to anything about suddenly becoming a middle aged woman, but I guess that’s just something that stands out in my mind. Yesterday I was a 20 year old in college who was awake up into the early hours of the morning working on a midterm paper and feeling more and more helpless as I continued. 5 AM was approaching and I couldn’t even consider myself three quarters of the way done. I held my face in my palms and idly wished to myself that I could get out of doing this paper. Well, some omniscient being was listening, bemuse as soon as I said that to myself I found myself lulling into an incredibly deep sleep. When I awoke it was to an unfamiliar alarm buzzing. I tried opening my eyes but found my view blocked my blonde hair I didn’t recognise. Immediately becoming panicked my eyes went wide open and I sat up in my bed, only to realise it was a bedroom I didn’t recognise.I looked down to see two mounds of flesh poking out of some kind of silk neglige. Holding my hands out I saw two petite, feminine hands with cleanly manicured nails.
I threw the covers aside and jumped out of bed, fortunately seeing a bathroom connected to this bedroom. Running into it I looked in the mirror and suddenly recognised who I was. I was in my English professor’s body! Fortunately none of my neighbours awoke to the high pitched scream that immediately followed after this recognition. I’m not sure how this happened, but I got my wish. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself, and in doing on I felt my subconscious taking over and functioning on autopilot. Feeling like rd been doing this for years I got myself showered and dressed in her business attire. Looking in a full body minor in her hallway I felt horrified yet internally satisfied with my appearance. I went into her kitchen, beginning to recognise everything around me, and made what appeared to be her usual: a cup of coffee and piece of toast. When I was finished I went to her closet and put on a purple blazer and slipped on a pair of heels, surprising myself even more by walking in them like rd worn them for years. I’m not sure what kind of cosmic force allowed this to happen, but at least I didn’t have a paper to work on now. I only had about 50 to read and grade
