Impulsive wish (Patreon)

Brooklyn couldn't believe his eyes. He looked in the mirror on an unfamiliar wall of an unfamiliar room and saw in the reflection a surprised Mexican woman who completely repeated all his movements. He felt her, now his, long dark hair cascade down from his head and touch his back, tickling him with every movement of his head. He felt the fabric of an unfamiliar black dress tighten around his body. He felt like the hoop earrings that were firmly attached to his earlobes were pulling them down. He was shocked. He was amazed. It was all wrong. The weight of his new female breasts caused enormous discomfort, and his breasts swayed with every movement. He had difficulty keeping his balance in his heels.

Just a few minutes ago, Brooklyn was in a bar, where he was drinking with his friends - students at a prestigious college in which Brooklyn was one of the most successful students. One of his friends was talking about a coin and showed this coin. He said that the coin could make wishes come true, and Brooklyn, not believing it, said, taking the coins in his hands, that if this was so, he would like to be alone with the Latin prostitute now. After that, everything around Brooklyn changed dramatically, and he found himself in this cheap room in the body of this woman and now spoke only Spanish.

Panicking, Brooklyn tried to make sense of his situation. The unfamiliar room smelled of stale cigarette smoke, and the flickering neon sign outside the window illuminated the dimly lit space. The reality of the transformation hit him like a tidal wave. He fumbled with the unfamiliar language, trying to form coherent thoughts and make sense of what had just happened.

The weight of the coin in his hands seemed like a heavy burden now. His careless wish had transformed his life in ways he couldn't have imagined. As he stared at the reflection of the Mexican woman in the mirror, he felt a mix of confusion, regret, and desperation.

The room felt suffocating, and Brooklyn's thoughts raced as he grappled with the consequences of his impulsive wish. How would he navigate this new reality? How could he explain his sudden transformation to his friends, let alone find a way to reverse it? The coin, now resting on the dresser, seemed to mock him with its newfound power.

As Brooklyn struggled to come to terms with his altered identity, the dim room held the weight of unanswered questions, and the neon lights outside flickered, casting long shadows on the unfamiliar walls.

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Brooklyn stumbled down the dimly lit hallway, his awkward steps echoing against the worn-out carpet. The unfamiliar click-clack of his heels seemed to mock him with every stride, and the discomfort from his new body parts made each movement a painful ordeal. 

Finally reaching his friend's apartment, he knocked nervously on the door. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing the bewildered face of his friend, Jake.

"Uh, hola?" Brooklyn stammered, his English now heavily accented with a strong Spanish lilt.

Jake squinted, trying to make sense of the disheveled woman standing before him. "Uh, can I help you?"

Brooklyn struggled to convey his thoughts, frustration etched across his face. "I, uh, Rose. My name... Rose. No, no Brooklyn. Rose," he mumbled, his words a confusing mix of English and Spanish.

Jake furrowed his brow, confusion written all over his face. "Rose? Who's Rose? Do I know you?"

Brooklyn sighed, trying to find the right words. "No, no. Me... Brooklyn. But, uh, Rose now. I can't say... can't say Brooklyn."

Jake's confusion deepened. "Brooklyn? I don't know any Brooklyn. Are you okay? What's going on?"

Brooklyn, growing increasingly frustrated, gestured to himself. "No, no okay! Coin, magic! I say... say, but no say. Rose now!"

Jake's eyes widened, and he took a step back, unsure of what was happening. "Magic? What are you talking about? I don't understand. Are you, like, lost or something?"

Brooklyn's anger boiled over, and he lashed out at Jake. "You give coin! Magic! Now Rose, not Brooklyn! Stupid friend!" He scolded, pointing accusingly at Jake.

Jake, now feeling alarmed, shook his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't give you any coin. And who the hell is Rose?"

Brooklyn, unable to express the truth, grew more agitated. "No understand! Brooklyn now Rose. Can't say Brooklyn. Stupid friend!" He repeated, frustration evident in every word.

Jake, realizing that the situation was spiraling out of control, reached for his phone. "Okay, this is getting weird. I'm calling the police. Maybe they can figure out what's going on."

Brooklyn's eyes widened in panic, realizing the gravity of the situation. "No police! No understand! Magic coin!" He pleaded, but Jake was already dialing the number.

As the distant wail of sirens grew closer, Brooklyn felt the weight of his impulsive wish crashing down on him. In a strange body, with a fractured ability to communicate, he stood helpless, watching as the consequences of a careless desire unfolded before him.