The Elevator Eighty-Seventh Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused   trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to   put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted   to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an   elevator waiting to see who would get in.

"OK, you're mom just messaged me.  She is waiting downstairs," Patrick informed his daughter.

"Remember when you see her," you're Daddy and I'm Connie.  I'm going to spend just one night at her house and then I'll be back tomorrow night."

"Yes, Daddy."

"There is plenty of microwave food in the freeze and all the candy you can eat.  Be good while I'm away."

"Sure."

"We are almost at the lobby, give me Mr. Pickels and I'll see you soon."

Patrick thought that his soon-to-be ex-wife was having a lesbian affair.  But neither he nor his lawyer could prove it.  He was going to spend the weekend with his wife posing as his eleven-year-old daughter to find out what the truth was.

He was horrified to find that what (being in his daughter's body)  he thought would last only two days, would instead last a lifetime.  What made matters even worse was that in the divorce, his wife was granted full custody of him.

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