"So, this might sound crazy, but have you ever wanted to try being someone else?" you offered.
"What? Why do you ask?" the exasperated housewife retorted.
"I'm... curious," you confided. "Say, Mrs. Folgers, if I had the power and connections to make you whomever you want to be, and let's say that I offered to use this power for you,"
"Would you use it? And how so?"
Tammy Folgers looked a bit shocked. "Um," she stammered from the personal question out of nowhere, but then laughed nervously in both amusement and awkwardness. "Honestly? I'd wish to be able to move to San Francisco to pursue my dreams of being an actress. I've... always, always wanted to be an actress, but everyone around me convinced me to go to the local community college to study accounting."
"I don't regret my life, per se," she said, looking downtrodden. "I'm proud that I have kids, and I'm pretty well off thanks to my husband, but it's awful when you realize that's all I'll ever have, all I'll ever be. I just can't shake the feeling that I threw away my potential and that I squashed my dreams before I even tried," she sighed. "But, alas, it's too late for me. No one in their thirties have a chance at breaking out in Hollywood this late in their lives, and this out of shape," she gestured down at her slight flabs. I hope you don't make the same mistakes I do."
"And now I've resorted to venting about my life to some teenaged boy from across the street," she chuckled. "How far I've come."
"I'm sorry to hear that," you consoled. "But today's your lucky day," you beamed. "I can make your wish come true. I can help you become an actress!"
"Even if you some mafia guy or even a genie," she argued. "I wouldn't want to only be an actress because of someone pulling the strings and just giving it to me or buying it for me," she rolled her eyes in disdain, as if thinking about something or somebody else. "I'd want to earn it myself and prove to myself that I deserve it," she nearly bit her thumb in its gardening glove. "I'd rather not turn back time and erase my kids from existence either."
"Mrs. Richards," you spoke intensely. "This bowl will give you the body of a young, teen girl again, without erasing your kids, or leaving them without a Mom. You'll be able to start fresh, and have the opportunity to work on your acting chops again," you smiled like a car salesman. "You may not believe me, but humor me," you pushed the bowl forward. "Drink from it, and your wish for a second chance will come true."
Tammy Folgers stares at the soul swapping bowl with skeptical desire.
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