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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Blind Date

It was the third blind date that David had gone on that week. It wasn’t the worst of the three, but David didn’t think he’d be seeing her again any time again. She was cute, and he even liked her. There was just something about the evening; the two just didn’t click quite right. He just wanted to get back home, have one more drink, and then go to bed.

He poured himself a glass of wine and sat down at his kitchen counter. He was about halfway done when he felt strange. He reached his hand up to his head; there was suddenly a lot more hair than there was just a few seconds ago. He looked down at his legs. His pants were gone, replaced with bare legs and a skirt. And that skirt looked familiar. He recognized the entire outfit, but it still seemed impossible. He slowly walked over to the mirror to confirm his fears and got the shock of his life.

The face staring back at him belonged to the woman he had gone out of a date with tonight. He was expecting to never see her again, but now he was going to be seeing her every day.

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