I wake up in the black man's body.

The moment I wake up, I find myself gasping for air,

"HAhh...! Haahh...! Ack! Hahh...!"

My temples hurt, my eyes are shut tight, and I feel incredibly dizzy all over...

"Haahh... Hahh... Ugh, hahh...!"

What... What did just happen? I'm still sitting down, but... why do my clothes feel so... baggy, all of a sudden? Almost like I'm wearing a pajama instead of my working suit.

"...hahhh..... hoohh..... hahh....." As my breathing calms down and the dizziness slowly fades away, I realize that there is more, much more to take in.

My chest feels so light. And there is a general sense of 'wrongness' in the demeanor of my body, in the way my strangely light weight is settled over my legs and butt, it's in the 'consistency' of my limbs and the sensations of the loose but rather heavy cloth brushing against my skin.

"...haahhh... uh... wha-...?" My throat vibrates slightly, producing a voice two tones higher than the one which is supposed to come out. But then I get immediately distracted by the feeling in my mouth, where my tongue is moving and twirling between two lines of completely unfamiliar teeth!

That sets off the alarms straight away. When someone who has lived for decades with the exact same teeth feels a single flaw or minor change on one single tooth, that'd be enough to get him fixated for hours.
But I have a complete new set of teeth all of which are a different shape and size from what I've had for more than 20 years!

I cover my mouth with a hand and open my eyes in panic.
And the first thing I see is a chubby middle-aged man in a suit lying right in front of me. He has his eyes closed and is not moving.

"Aahhh... N-No..."

I recognize that man immediately. After all, he is the one I see every morning in the mirror. I am, right now, looking at myself.

"W-Why am I th-there? ...Huh?!" My voice. I can hear it clearly now. This is definitely NOT my voice! "What the fuck is happening?!"

A frightening thought starts creeping through my mind, and I slowly look down at my own form, taking in those baggy jeans and red snickers I'm not supposed to be wearing. Then I see my hands: thin with long fingers, light brown at the palms and ebony brown at the dorso, one of which is still holding my pink quartz pendant.

My breath quickens. My heart starts thumping in my chest. And I slowly raise my strange and shaky hands in order to touch a face whose features I don't recognize, even though it is now my own.

"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!" I cry out. Then I jolt forward and stand up in panic, only to get immediately surprised at how easy it was. I'm not used to being so... light.

*cling

The pendant fell to the floor due to my agitation.

"Ah!" I stare at it for a moment, but I immediately reach down to pick it back.

It is incredibly unnerving how this black man's hand responds to my commands as it was my own. I already noticed how this body isn't "my" body. But then... why am I the one controlling it? F-Feeling it? How did I end up INSIDE the man who robbed me?! Because I know THAT's the person this body belongs to!

"I-I just wished I knew what the fuck is happening..." I say in a trembling voice.

Suddenly, the pendant in my left hand starts shining with that same purple light I saw before.

"What?! The pendant is... is... huh?" I open my eyes wide when a stream of clear information appears right into my brain.

[MY OWNER WISHED TO BE SOMEBODY ELSE. THEREFORE, AND ACCORDING TO THE CONDITIONS OF THE WISH, NOW MY OWNER HAS TAKEN CONTROL OF THE BODY AND LIFE OF THIS MAN]

I stare at the pendant in utter disbelief, struggling to process what 'it' just said to me. Wishes? I... I did wish to be somebody else, didn't I? And this, my mother's pendant just... granted my wish?

What the fuck?!

I then look down at my original body, feeling a mixture of fear and disgust creeping through my bones. And I can't tell if the disgust is due to my own distaste towards this black man's body or because my own flesh is looking so... inadequate, from an external point of view.
I swallow saliva, unable to take my eyes away from this chubby pale man who is none other than 'me'. Was I always this ugly? And 'I' really reek of ****...
Meanwhile, this body I'm possessing now feels even... nice. Even though the difference in proportions and shapes everywhere is enough to cause me a sensory overload, it isn't drunk or tired. And I don't remember ever feeling so light.

But still... I gulp down once again and look at the pendant, deciding that my original flesh is still a better option than being this abhorrent crook.

However, if this pendant really grants wishes -I smile- I could try being a little smarter.

"Ahem! ...I-I wish that, uh... you clean all the **** in my original body!"

Right after I state my wish, the pendant shines once again.

"Woah!" I exclaim. Then I look back at my body and crouch a little, sniffing.
The smell of booze hasn't disappeared completely, but it's way lesser than before. It's probably coming from the remainings all over my clothes.

"This is awesome!" I yell, unable to contain myself. "N-Now, put me back inside my body!"

But this time, the pendant in my hand doesn't react.

"Huh? Oh, wait..." Maybe I should rephrase it correctly. "I, uhm... I WISH to be put back into my ORIGINAL body."

Once again, the pendant doesn't react.

"What's happening now?!"

I keep trying more phrases and combinations, to see if I did something wrong. But the pendant remains complely unresponsive. So I decide to change my approach.

"Alright, fuck it." I say. "I wish I knew why you're not putting me back into my original body when I'm telling you to."

Then, suddenly, the pendant shines with its purple light and a stream of information appears inside my head.

[THE REASON THE OWNER CAN NEVER GO BACK INTO HIS ORIGINAL BODY IS DUE TO THE FACT THAT HIS ORIGINAL BODY HAS PASSED AWAY]