She cursed me. She thought it was a blessing. I don’t know what she was thinking.
Though I’ve had plenty of girlfriends, I’ve never had any luck keeping them. Something has always made us break apart, usually without any hard feelings.
By the terms of her spell, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to change into a woman. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
And a few of my exes have had thoughts about our breakup. They believed they knew best for me. They wanted to go the extra mile to help me. She just wanted to help.
Because the spell she cast was supposed to activate when I found true love, but instead it triggered when I found him. Imagine meeting your roommate and less than twenty-four hours later you’ve changed into a woman. What are you supposed to say to him?
How are you supposed to make him understand what happened? How are you supposed to be normal after that?
When all you can think of is that it was supposed to be about your true love. When all you can do is wonder if that true love is him.
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“You seem down,” he said cautiously.
I didn’t know him, so it was hard to read into his intentions even though I tried, staring over the table at him.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know how I’m going to go to work. I don’t know what my future looks like. I’m just… overwhelmed.”
Dave nodded somberly and he chose his words carefully. Syllable by syllable I started to get to know the man, started to realize that he used humor as his own defense mechanism.
“Well I don’t want to diminish things. I know this is weird and all and I don’t know what I would do or think if I was in your position. Frankly I think we’re both in a little over our depth here, but I can’t help but think that it could be worse.”
“How?” I asked.
He shrugged, “You could be hideous. Instead, you’re hot.”
Such a simple thing to say and said with a grin but I need the truth. I need to know if he really believes that. I need to understand whether or not he thinks the same way that I do, that there is a future here.
I don’t know why. Dave is a good guy and I get along with him.
I don’t understand it, but I’m drawn to him. I look at him now and I see and feel the same way I ought to have in the mirror. I want him and I want him to want me too.
“Do you really believe that?” I ask, heart in hand and waiting on bated breath.
“I mean yeah,” he says, grinning a little shyly and running his hand back through his hair, “I didn’t want to say anything earlier, but you’re kinda my type now. And I mean I’ll be honest the first thought I had when I saw you at the door was jealousy. I mean here you were walking out of my roommate’s room after a night of fun. I wanted you to be walking out of mine.”
“Walking out?” I quipped.
“Well I’d rather you’d be staying a little longer, but I’m not the type to press a lady into doing something she doesn’t want to do.”
My teeth caught my bottom lip and my head ducked down a little, but I didn’t stop staring at him. I raised an eyebrow and pushed him a little further, “Let’s say you were in charge. What would you prefer that I do? What would you prefer to do to me?”
“Kingsley,” he said warningly, “What are you doing here?”
I leaned back in my chair, playing with the edges of my shirt and tugging them open a bit to show a little more skin, “Just running an experiment. Just asking questions. So let’s say you had the chance. Let’s go further and say that this version of me is the one that walked through your door yesterday. Let’s say you just discovered that your roommate is a hot redhead. What would you want to do to her?”