“Why wait?” Angie thought. If this thing really was real, then she might as well had just change herself now! And when it turned out to be the stupid joke that it was, she would at least laugh about her crazy fantasies.
She took the weird device out of the trash can and brought it back to her room. She played back her recording that she had just made and hit the erase button. She could do better. “Even if it’s just a joke, I’ll make that bitch pay, even in my fantasies,” she giggled. She had no power over Vanessa in real life, so she might as well get back at her in some way. She clicked the record button.
“I, Angie Marsh, will turn into a girl that even Vanessa can’t resist. I’ll be better than she ever was!”
Angie felt more and more ridiculous as she finished the recording. Was she really going to do this? Screw it. No one could hear her anyway. She ended the recording and threw it back in the trash. “Now, at least I’ll change sooner than later if this thing really is real” she muttered.
The dictaphone was in the mood for a little trolling, getting tired of granting every mortal’s wishes. It decided to “creatively” interpret Angie’s very real and very life-altering wish…
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