12 days of Christmas - Part 12 (final part) - short stories (Patreon)

Well, yesterday was amazing, finally a rest, a break a holiday. Time for some reflection. I had been a tattooed hunk, a muscle God, a hockey star, I had been a chavvy gay couple, a footballer, I had joined the army, the fire brigade and the police, I had been a labourer and been on holiday. I had no idea what would be happening on day 13, would I become me or would I stay in my final body or get to choose who I became? Who knows. For now, I realised my final day is need to be someone spectacular. I thought about it for a while and I walked through the hotel door and realised id never been a black guy.

Zzzzzaawaapplppplp. Yeah, stunning and dark-skinned. Just what I ordered.