This is exactly what you wanted (Patreon)

A delicious ripple of laughter filled the room, bouncing off the sterile white tiles and echoing back to its source. Kayla was standing before the mirror, her eyes glistening with unabashed delight as she admired her new body. Her hands traced the contours of her now youthful figure, hesitating as they cupped the fullness of her new breasts. They were a stark contrast to the saggy and wilted ones she was used to, their firmness and volume causing a quiet moan of satisfaction to escape her lips. Every inch of her felt reborn, rejuvenated, and utterly incredible.

A crumpled reflection at the corner of the mirror caught her eye, and Kayla's grin widened. In her old, sagging body, Linda was sobbing, strapped helplessly to her wheelchair. Her face was a storm of regret and despair, her watery eyes focused on Kayla's unabashed display of exuberance. Linda's body, now Kayla's, was seventy-nine years old, the skin wrinkled and worn, the limbs feeble and unsteady. Yet the new tenant of the body felt no sympathy.

"Oh, stop looking at me like that," Kayla admonished with a playful wag of her finger. She strode over to the kitchen table, her new body moving with a grace and fluidity she had long forgotten. She pointed at a cracked yellow crystal lying there, wisps of smoke curling from its fracture. "This was all thanks to you. You wanted to be rich. You felt sorry for me and wanted me to be happy. You said it out loud, loud enough for my crystal to hear."

"I didn't think saying that stuff would do this," Linda protested through her tears, her aged voice quavering. "This isn't what I wanted!"

The denial brought a soft, throaty chuckle from Kayla. She shook her head, her youthful face breaking into a victorious grin. "Well, you're definitely lying," she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You wanna know how I know? It takes willpower to activate that crystal. I didn't just gift it to you because I was being nice. I knew you were kind-hearted. I knew you wanted the best out of people. That’s the perfect amount of power to make the magic work. It’s hope, baby, and that’s something you’ll never have for the rest of your life…"

Linda's protest was cut short as Kayla, her body now bursting with youth and vitality, scooped up her purse and the medication from the table. "You’re going to have a harder time without these," Kayla said. "I bet you don’t even know where I put my credit cards. You won’t be able to get more of these. It’s for your bad heart – try not to overdo it. You’re an old lady now." She threw one last triumphant glance over her shoulder at the wheelchair-bound figure of her neighbor, the image of her former self now nothing more than a fond memory. "Ta-ta, KAYLA!"

"I'm not Kayla," Linda tried to shout. With a triumphant swing of her hips, Kayla turned on her heel and strode out of the door, the echoes of her laughter still hanging in the air while Linda yelled for her to come back. She was off to enjoy her new life, a life that was hers, and hers alone, forever.