Change My Life

The old man at the magic shop told me he was giving me one wish to change my life. I thought he was being metaphorical. I was about to say something a wish out loud; he stopped me and said something about waiting for the time to be right. Out of his appreciation for his general kindness, I bought a few small brain teaser puzzles.

I hadn’t thought much about his words the rest of the day until late that night. I ended up watching random K-Pop videos while trying out some of the puzzles I had bought. It didn’t take long for me to feel bad about myself for being the guy of loser guy who was home on a Friday night watching videos and doing puzzles. I looked at one of the women in the video that was on, making a comment aloud about how much fun that sort of life must be. The next thing I remeber was getting instantly tired.

I woke up the next morning to an alarm -- quite odd for a Saturday for me -- but even odder was th bustle of people around. Someone threw some clothes at me and told me to get ready. The clothes were obviously feminine, and I was about to object when I noticed my body was the same. I was in someone else’s body; living someone else’s life! The day was a whirlwind filled with photo shoots, exercise to keep me in shape, interviews, and so much more. I barely got to look in the mirror, but I recognized my face from one of the videos the night before. I had made a wish, and it came true! My mind then went to the old man and the magic shop. I needed to go back there, but I was barely getting a moment’s peace. Plus, I wasn’t in my own zip code -- or even my own country -- anymore. As you might imagine, K-Pop stars spend a lot of time in Korea.

It was weeks before I had a moment of free time to myself and even longer before I was able to take a plane back home to visit the magic shop. By the time I did, the store seemed closed for good with an eviction notice on the door. For a moment, I fretted about being stuck in this chaoic life of a popstar, but what about the old man? He lost his shop, which was likely his livelihood. Sure, I had some clout with the body I was currently in, possibly even a little cash; I wondered if there was some way I could help him out. It sure seemed like that would be a better use of my present celebrity than whatever my agents and managers told me to do next...