“Excuse me,” I shouted while looking amongst the items at the antique store, “I’m looking for an old bowl. It was here yesterday.”
“Well, if it was there yesterday and gone today, then we probably sold it,” The person behind the register shouted back.
“No, that’s impossible. The clerk yesterday told me she’d hold it. I mean, he told me he’d hold it.”
“Ma’am, I own this shop. I’m the only one who works here.”
The ‘Ma’am’ part hit me hard. The other clerk (who apparently wasn’t actually a person who worked at the store at all) had shown me the bowl yesterday and demonstrated its powers by using it to swap our genders and races. She (or I guess ‘he’ now considering he had my gender) had told me he’d hold onto it while I tried out being a woman. I had to admit I was curious, and it was a fun day, but I wanted to go back to being me. But without knowing where the clerk or the magical bowl went, I’d be stuck!
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