No, but you took God with you.

There was no way God would grant you a favor—at least, that’s what you thought. But why not push your luck?

"I want you to be reborn with me," you said, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. It wasn’t like God would actually agree to come down to Earth with you, right?

There was a pause, and then the booming voice of God replied, almost hesitantly, "Um... I... guess if that's what you want." You could swear you heard a hint of uncertainty in that divine tone. "I'll give you a chance to reconsider, though."

But you were set on it. "Nope, let's do this. Time to get reborn," you said, your voice firm and confident.

And that was that. You sometimes forget you made that particular request of God, especially since nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. Here you were, on your 18th birthday, and still no sign of the Almighty walking around in mortal form. Maybe God chickened out and stayed in Heaven after all. You roll out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and head to the mirror.

"Well, nothing looks different," you think, inspecting your reflection. "Just a normal 18-year-old."

Given a second chance at life, you vowed to make the most of it—starting with the things you missed out on last time. Getting laid was high on that list. You’d spent the past few years making sure you were ready for that goal: working out, eating right, and avoiding anything that might ruin your cool, nonchalant image. Sure, you still had your nerdy interests, but those were kept firmly under wraps. To everyone else, you were just a cute, horny teen with your eyes on the prize.

You strip off your sleep clothes, pausing to check yourself out in the mirror. Your body’s looking good, and your naughty bits... well, they’re nothing to write home about, but they’re certainly not bad. You finish dressing, pulling on a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, then head to the bathroom to take care of business before going downstairs for breakfast.

"Wow, way to wake up late... again," your sister calls out from the table, not even bothering to look up as she spoons more cereal into her mouth.