Praying

It had just been a week earlier when Jason had been sitting in this exact same spot, looking upward and praying. It was a long shot, but he figured he’d try again.

He took a deep breath before raising his head to stare at the sky, “Please, I know I said I would be happy in life if I was transformed into a woman -- any woman. And I am happy -- I am very happy -- and I’m grateful. But if there is one thing I could ask for, please,is for a bigger chest. The woman I became is just so...flat. If I could have something even just a little bigger, I’d be even more in debt.”

Jason didn’t feel anything; he hadn’t last time either. He just sort of changed into a woman overnight last time. He had no proof this pleading had even been the cause, but he couldn’t imagine anything else he had done. He only hoped something similar would happen this time.