Ts Kandice

Ts Kandice
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Copyright © 2022 by T.S. Valmond. All rights reserved.
It’s been twenty-five days since New Year’s and the wish that changed my life. Everyone wants to change something about themselves. Why was I the one cursed with this transformation phenomenon? I wished for a new body. Don’t judge. This morning I woke up to my fiftieth body, a Latina woman, and by the time I reached work I was a man. I called my best friend Charlie from home, pacing the floor like a mad-man.
“You’re not going to believe this,” I said.
“Sir, please calm down. Let’s start with your name,” Charlie said in the voice he used on irate clients.
“Yes, I think my boss will notice I’m not a black woman today, don’t you?”
“Yesterday, you looked like you were twelve. This is ridiculous. Besides missing work, your parents are getting suspicious. They’ve called me twice in the last week. I know your dad doesn’t like me that much. You have to figure out how to get back to yourself. “
“What do you think I’ve been doing for the last twenty-five days? I’ve tried everything. I’ve gone back to the place it happened twice. Waited until midnight, wishing with all my might. I told my best friend. It’s not like I got a golden ticket from a mystic. What’s left?”
Panic rose in my throat. Maybe he’d given up.
“Yes, it’s just weird to listen to a grown man whine like a girl.” He rushed on before I could get a word in. “There’s a pattern to the changes. You’re always worried about something. Remember, you wanted to be younger when you saw too many lines on one your faces. You’ve tried every hair color and body type known to man. Now this, what were you thinking about just before your last change?”
“I have a presentation to do. I’ve been putting it off for days. That stuffy group of old men are going to hate hearing my pitch because I’m a woman.”
“No, I didn’t. I might have imagined how easy it would be if I was a white man but I never wished for it. Come on, I was caught walking downtown in a woman’s suit this morning.”
“We’re beyond that. You’re subconsciously imagining yourself as other people. There’s got to be a connection.”
The line beeped and Charlie sighed.
“I’d love to help you with this, sweetheart,” he hesitated over the ‘sweetheart.’ Then he cleared his throat. “I’ve got to get to work or neither of us will have a job. You should focus on loving who you were, instead of trying to change who you are.”
“Not tonight. I’ve got a business thing. I’d invite you but the last time you had a body-swap and I had a tough time explaining your sudden disappearance. Call me tomorrow. I’ll have more time to help you focus on remembering the gorgeous black woman you used to be.”
Last night, I fell asleep watching Lord of the Rings and woke up hoping I didn’t look like one of the characters. As usual. I climbed out of bed and stared down at my legs. They still weren’t the sable colored I’d grown up with. But they weren’t the hairy men’s legs from yesterday. They were shapeless.
I might be a thin Asian woman or a young white boy. I should be thankful I didn’t have hobbit feet or elfin ears. I reached up and touched my ears to make sure. Nope, they were normal. Thick strands of black hair hung past my shoulders and covering my chest. Yes, I had a chest! Not a boy then.
All morning I avoided the covered mirrors and reflective surfaces of my home. A bowl of cereal was all I ate before going to the closet to get dressed. My clothes didn’t fit as usual. I was shorter than normal. Good thing, I’d purchased a couple of things a week ago. The sandals didn’t flop too much when I slid into them.
I ran a comb through the long and thick black hair. There wasn’t one curl and I sobbed at the memory of my large afro of curls. I hadn’t seen them in three weeks. I cried my body dry. When I couldn’t cry anymore, I got to the business of reminding myself of who I was.
I pulled out all of my clothes Kondo style and lay everything out that gave me joy. I pulled out every image of myself I could find. When every surface of my living room had a reflection of me, I turned in a slow circle concentrating on the images.
In my mind, I embraced every inch of my full-figured frame from my tightly coiled hair to my flat fingernails. I imagined embracing myself and only myself. After I completed the seventh rotation, my scalp itched.
When my hand automatically went to scratch it soft curls wrapped around my fingers. I snatched my hand back and looked down. Brown, like my thighs peeking out of the too-tight floral dress.
My laughter filled the apartment. I stripped out of the dress right there in the living room. I put on my favorite tan corduroy jumper and matching pumps. They fit at a perfect eight and a half.
Pulling off the material covered mirrors was like something out of a Jennifer Lopez movie. The sight of my dark eyes staring back at me at last. I smiled as I imagined the rest of my life in my body.
I FaceTimed Charlie. He gave me an appreciative look and said the last thing I thought I’d ever hear from my best friend.
“There she is. Do you have plans tonight? I’ve been wanting to ask you out for years.”
Every morning since, we’ve both been thankful for the sight of my face.

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