Pick It Up

As she walked the final stretch of her morning commute from the train to the office, Tara noticed a few coins along the way. She though they might have been gold or at least valuable, so she reached down to pick one up. A spark of lightning shot from the coin. She wanted to drop it, but she didn’t seem to be able to; in fact, her entire body was no longer responding. But it was still moving, stretching as if he hadn’t moved for a long time.

“Well, this is unexpected. I never would’ve guessed I would become a chick,” Tara’s body said, no matter how much she was trying to stop it, “You have no idea how long I was stuck in that damned coin. You can only still perceive the world, because I’m still holding it. Once I drop it, you’ll be stuck in there until someone picks you up. I can almost promise you it won’t be as good as this one. Maybe it willbe like my old one -- fat, bald, male.”

Tara was horrified, but there was nothing she could do.

The man in her body continued, “Once I put you down someplace safe, I might try to come back up here with a few of your friends, convince them to pick up my buddies who are still in that pile over there. Maybe I gotta practice acting like you -- you know, walking in heels, maybe swinging my hips like women do? Eh, heck, I have no idea, and it’s not like you would help me even if you could...”