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Inside stood a man holding a toddler in his arms, smiling broadly at her as she entered. The man was scruffy and disheveled, wearing only a tank top and underwear. The little child looked tired and sad, but was still happy to see her.

“Oh, Emily! There you are! Finally home. Why are you so late? Your asshole boss detained you again?" he asked in a worried tone as if expecting this to be an everyday routine.

Emily blinked, the words hanging in the air. Asshole boss. That’s how they spoke about her - about Michael Johnson. She didn't even immediately realize that Emily was married and a young mother.

Her face hardened and her mouth tightened as she spoke through clenched teeth. "Yes. Asshole Michael Johnson detained me...again! And this bitch will get what he deserves," she mumbled quietly to herself as she took off her shoes and kicked them into the corner with all her might.

Emily's eyes widened when she realized that this was not just any man, but her husband and, apparently, her child. The toddler in his arms squirmed, reaching out for her, and Emily felt a panic. She gasped loudly and pressed herself against the wall as if to flee, staring at her child in horror.

"Mommy..." the girl's soft voice was heard. She started to cry loudly as if Emily was intentionally hurting her by ignoring her. "Mommy!" the child cried even louder and Emily finally snapped out of it, running toward to the toilet in panic.

"I'm not your mommy! I'm not! I can't be your mommy!" She said as she opened the door, slammed it behind her and started to breathe heavily as if she had been chased by the devil himself. "I can't... I can't... This isn't happening." Her eyes ran across the small room, as if trying to find the exit. She approached the wall mirror, leaning closer. Her own reflection stared back at her in a way that she could not describe. "I can't be you, stupid bitch! You hear me?! You better come back to this body before-"

"Honey? Honey, please open the door and talk to me. Everything's okay!" her husband called from the other side of the door, making her flinch in horror as she suddenly imagined that she would now forever be a woman, forever stuck in Emily's stupid life...