Salon

“What do you think?” A heavily accented voice next to me said.

I turned to look at the Asian woman next to me with a face mask and gloves. She was holding a nail file in her hand. “What do I think of what?” I asked before coughing a few times due to the strange sound of my own voice.

“Your nails.”

I looked down to see two feminine hands with perfectly manicured nails, realizing I was alone in the center of a rather ornate nail salon. But the hands weren’t the only think feminine. My entire body was that of a woman! I was pretty sure I recognized the outfit; it was something my ex-girlfriend Carol used to wear. I didn’t want to panic in public, so I calmly asked how much I owed.

Even with a face mask covering her mouth, I could tell the Asian woman had an evil smile start to grow as she spoke. “You owe nothing, Brian,” She said using my real name, “Carol paid for this whole experience in advance, and I’m sure you will find it enlightening.”