Demonic

I woke up in the middle of the night with my room lit in an odd red tint. A beautiful woman with horns stood above my bed.

Before I could ask, she spoke, “Do not fear me, human. I am only here to grant you a wish.”

“Okay, but looking like that...there’s gotta be a catch, right?” I asked.

“Clever,” she laughed, “Oh, I’m almost completely guaranteed to twist whatever you say. I am a demon, as you can plainly see. But you also can’t refuse to wish.”

“And you can do anything as a demon?”

“Pretty much. As long as it is wished. Thre are some rules, but not many.”

“I guess,then...”I thought for a moment, “I wish I had your powers, but without any restrictions and without any negative stuff.”

She smiled. I could tell she was thinking of a way to twist my wish. It didn’t take her long. In an instant, I was now the one standing over the bed looking down at my own body.

“You swapped our bodies!” I shouted, “You made me a demon!”

“Being a demon is the only way to access demonic powers.”

“And I’m you! I’m a woman!”

“Now, there’s nothing negative about being a woman, is there?”