Barista -> Maid

I stare at the words above the baristas head in disbelief. There’s no way I could actually change these things about her, right? But how could someone freeze a whole cafe full of people? This had to be incredibly complicated if it was a prank.

With nothing else to do, I tentatively focus on the first word. “Barista” maybe I could try something big, like a change in career? That way I’d know for sure if this is real.

As I ponder potential jobs, one sticks out in my mind and I confirm it. Suddenly everything starts fading and rearranging itself in front of me. Suddenly we’re not in the cafe anymore, and after a second, I recognize where we are with a start. We’re in the kitchen. MY kitchen. Cleaner than I’ve ever seen my apartment before.

The girl in front of me has changed too, a darker shirt, an apron with frills along its edges, and most importantly, her bare legs leaning against the counter. I realize as I stare at the former barista, now serving me my own coffee in my own home, that I can change anything and everything I want.

Those words still hover above her head, more tantalizing than ever.

Prompt:

(Maid, shoulder length red hair, brown shirt, green apron, choker, serving coffee, standing at counter, athletic build, annoyed)