I don’t know to whom I can now tell my story and who can believe me. Now I am here and this is my home, my life.
It all started as a joke and no one could have thought that everything would have such consequences, especially for me. My life was usually, well, not quite usual for an ordinary person, but ordinary for a person whose parents have a capital of several million dollars. My name was Clint Owen, but that doesn't matter anymore.
I grew up like an ordinary child with wealthy parents. Now I understand how great it was and that I did not value much, but it was too late.
A few weeks ago we were with friends who were resting at my expense. Yes, my friends didn’t have that kind of money, so I sometimes stole money from my parents from a cache to take a walk, but it’s not so important. We rested and walked saw an interesting store called "Shop of magical things." Previously, he was not here and he was like a fairy tale. More precisely, the sign, letters of the name, lighting, it was all so mysterious and we were already a little drunk, so we had fun going there.
The store owner, a grandfather with a big beard, did not meet us very happy, because we were noisy and joked.
I will not tell everything, I will only say that we were a little messed up there. No, we didn’t break anything, but it was definitely fun for us. The old man gave us “magic powder” because of which I am now stuck here.
Later we went further through the bars and when we were already completely drunk, someone remembered this powder.
We got the powder, joked, and just had fun as before. Someone joked that if you add it to beer, it will be real magic, but when we got it, a piece of paper on which was written out of the bag:
"Make a wish and inflate"
Then it seemed to us a lot of fun. I, like the one who paid for this whole party, decided to try first, but one of the girls, Bonnie, was also drunk and decided to play.
"Clint! No! You already have everything, why do you need any other desires ?! Let us play."
"Bonnie, no, I'm still paying here, and I want to make a wish myself"
We understood that all this was stupid and a joke, I mean the powder, but since we were drunk, Bonnie was somehow offended by my words
"Do you know what, Clint! I won’t give up!"
She poured the powder into her palm and said
"I wish you Clint! I wish you yek" (she began to hiccup and could not finish the sentence, but in the end continued) "... so that you understand what it means to be such a poor girl like me"
and she inflated this powder on me
"Bonnie what a nonsense! Give it here ..."
I did not have time to finish anything, everything swam in my eyes and I chopped off
...
I opened my eyes already here. In my new bed. In my new life. Here my name is Camilla Owen. It is very strange, as if some kind of alternative reality. That is, everything is still here, all the same president, all the same city, my parents. But here my parents are not rich, they work in a supermarket and at a gas station, and for some reason I became a girl. All my friends, even Bonnie, they all know me and we also communicate. All the same, except for my life.
The first shock passed quickly, I immediately realized that it was the powder and when I ran to the store I did not find it. The store has disappeared!
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