Another request.

You take it and start to leave when you hear that little girl whine, “I wish you would at least buy me something nice, it is my birthday.” She punches him in the arm.

Then to your horror he looks away from her and at a poster of some hot chic lying on a car and states, “Yeah well I wish you looked like that.”

Your clothes no longer fit you realize as you walk across the store toward the couple to buy her whatever she wants. Part of you wants to panic as your mind registers that you are now the exact copy of the girl on the poster. You are now 5’ 6” probably about 120 lbs. with perfect D cup breasts and long sexy legs. Your hair is long and blond flowing to your mid back, your eyes are brilliant blue, and your skin is a beautiful golden tan. Annoyed by your huge sandals you kick them off and see all your nails are painted a brilliant blue to match your eyes. “What would you like me to buy you?” You ask as you reach them causing them both to stare at you stunned. From behind somewhere you hear the clerk drop the CD case he was holding and it clatters across the floor.

She looks at you amazed and asks, “Excuse me? Who are you?”

He glances from you and the picture and finally shouts, “Holy fuck that is you. You are Heather.”

“I am sorry, I heard it was your birthday and decided I wanted to buy you something nice.” You state to her once again.

“Um, wow, really, um, oh, how about this skirt.”

You smile and answer, “Perfect.” And hold out your perfectly manicured hand. She hands it to you without a word and you walk up to the clerk, who is staring at you in shock, and hand it to him to buy. He rings you up and hands it back to you without a word. You walk back and hand it to the cute little punk girl.

You turn to walk away once again not knowing what you should do. Somehow you are standing in a store buying gifts for someone you don’t know and you are a woman.