Fate's Chance

Major updates: 09/01/2023

1. Cindy Kate has gotten more attention in this update. It isn’t massive, but still involves some smut… Unfortunately, since Cindy’s path is more “taboo,” this does involve some harsher content, so if that isn’t your kink (it isn’t mine either,) then you’re safe to ignore it.

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You were tossing and turning late into the night. Despite being exhausted, you find yourself too angry to focus on anything else, even rest, other than the current situation you are now in.

A slur of curses ran through your brain and left your mouth in a mumble while you stared into the dark. Eventually, however, you drifted off to sleep.

You couldn’t remember how your dream started, but it became bright and vivid as it progressed. Suddenly appeared in an office inside of a skyscraper. The office itself looked nothing short of spectacular. Matching black leather chairs sat in front of a black oak desk with color-coordinated pen and pencils waiting to be used inside a black cup next to a white globe, slightly spinning from earlier use. Some paintings contrasted against the white walls. Reds, blues, and greens whiplashed on canvas frames. The air was cool but seemed fitting for the distant scent of strawberry that kept you company.

You were wearing a lovely, deep black suit without any wrinkles and a matching tie. It was form-fitting but still felt loose and breathable. After admiring your suit: You stood up from the leather chair and strolled to the window. From there, you are met with a modern skyline. Skyscrapers surround you, and the street below you is bustling with backed-up yellow cabs, buses, and privately owned cars. Foot traffic covers the sidewalk as people try to make it to their destination.

It’s almost memorizing, but you are snapped back to reality. “Making yourself at home, sir?”

You spin around as your heart leaped from your chest. A tall, professional-looking blonde woman stands at the doorway. She’s also wearing nice deep black clothing; however, instead of a three-piece suit, it’s a dress. She tilts her head and knits her eyebrows at you. The blue of her eyes is as bright as the sky. The last thing you can take notice of is her hairstyle; it’s wavy in the front but pulled into an elegant bun in the back.

She’s still staring at you with her head-tilted somewhat. You mean to stammer, but you simply reply that you are, indeed, making yourself at home. She smiles and proceeds to walk over to the back of the desk to sit. You didn’t notice it before, but she was carrying a black leather binder that was ready to burst with papers.

“You are Klaus Weber, correct?”

“Yes, that’s me.” You smile and offer your hand; she takes it and smiles at you too, flashing her perfect porcelain teeth.

“Please,” she gestured to the chairs. “Take a seat.”

You seated yourself across from her and crossed your knees. She licked her index and thumb before plucking a folder from her binder. Her eyes drifted along with the papers. Between her reading, she let out short “hmm’s” and “ah’s” while shooting a quick look or two.

Eventually, her mouth becomes lopsided. She looked at you up and down and shrugged. “Your love life,” she begins. “Has been hard for you, Mr. Weber. I’m sorry.”

You blink. “I mean, I won’t say it hasn’t been…”

She opened the binder. “You were too shy to talk to your first crush in middle school. Couldn’t find anyone in high school. And then,” she sighed, giving you a sad glance up. “Played it too slow with Emily.”

“Hey. That’s not-“

The woman continued. “You didn’t mind it at first since it was with your co-worker who seemed all right. It wasn’t until he started to send you pictures and videos of him with her...intimately…”

“There’s more to it than just-“

“And then, like a final slap across the face, she decided to stop talking to you. You sent...2? Three texts? She hasn’t replied and hasn’t talked to you in person for a few weeks-“

“Stop,” you snapped. “What kind of shitty dream is this?”

The woman smiled. She placed down the folder. “This isn’t a dream, Mr. Weber.”

You shook your head. This was a dream—one of those hyper-realistic ones. You shot up and snorted. “Right. Who are you then?”

“A Fate,” she replies bluntly.

“A fate?”

“A Fate. You might know of me through Greek mythology.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” You sarcastically remark. “One of those pens on the desk turn into a sword too? You got some giant socks somewhere?”

The woman looked unimpressed. You shrugged. “It’s a book reference-“

“I know,” she snapped. “But I assure you this is real.”

“Prove it.”

She pressed a button under the table, and a shutter blocked the view of the city, leaving you in the dark. The shutters shifted and started to project your life. The details were all there, but everything was in the third person. You saw yourself, which was weird because it wasn’t like it through a camera, but instead, it was like seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes.

First grade. Second grade. Then the scene changed to when you were in your early teens. You watched yourself watch porn and masturbate. Your face went beat red. “Haha, OK, you can turn it off now.”

For some reason, after watching that short “montage” of your life, this felt too real for this to be fake.

She spun in her chair to look at you and blinked with a surprisingly friendly smile. “I didn’t expect that last part to pop up.”

“Ah… gaah~ yeah...that wasn’t…” you still felt red, but you didn’t know how to react either. “So, what do you want with me?”

“That girl you’re working with was your last chance.” She says bluntly. “As a Fate, I’m giving you one last chance.”

“But-“

“Anything that comes out of your mouth has to be about you. Not me or anything else.” She cuts you off.

You lean into your chair. The windows open, and your mind clears. “How do I fix it?”

“You have to fix it, and I’m simply here to lend you a hand.” She plucks a few papers from your binder and slides them on the desk. “You have a good selection of friends that can help you.”

“Explain?” You ask and reach for the paper she’s slid to you.

She smirks. “The people on the list are people you know. You will...momentarily swap bodies so you can influence the girl to either think better about you or less about her choice.”

"Swap body's?" You ask. "I don't want anyone in MY body."

The Fate thinks for a moment. "I suppose they just take a vacation while you are in their body. They hang out with me, more specifically, they hang out here- in the city."

“Can’t you just shoot her with a love arrow or make her just not like the guy?”

She shakes her head. “Cupid’s aren’t real, Weber. It’s up to you to fix what you have with these tools.”

You didn’t want the list of people to be considered tools, but you suppose she wasn’t wrong… “What happens to me while I’m inside these people’s bodies?”

“You go into autopilot,” she says. “Don’t worry. Everything significant will be sent to this-“

She pulls out a watch. It looks like a basic Apple Watch, but you take and tinker with it, you notice it’s much more personalized for you. While you played with the settings, she continued. “Everything from personal texts and invites will be sent right to you, and you get the chance to respond and learn about it yourself. Plus, you can see the weather and time.”

“Oh, yeah. Great.” You mutter. "Wouldn't want to caught in the rain while I'm inside someone else's mind."

She cleared her throat. “If it were up to me, I’d personally send your co-worker straight to hell and make Emily want no one else besides you. I’m on your side!”

Your eyes drifted along the piece of paper as your mind thought about Emily's boyfriend... Your co-worker who just edged you out just enough...you weren’t ugly, but he was a little more handsome. You weren't dumb, but he was a little more intelligent. You weren't slow, but he was a little quicker. You weren't poor, but he and a little more cash. You blushed and hid your face...perhaps even a little bigger...he cucked you before you had a chance to do anything.

“On my side, huh?” You looked at the Fate and exhaled. "Let's see what you and I can do then."