Accident on a resume

This is written for The Challenge: Mishap for the Transformation group
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       You ever have one of those days where your rushing through something, then look back and  realize you've made several mistakes? Well...i had one of those days...it wasn't one of those signing your soul over to the devil or anything. I was job hunting. And I had stayed up late playing Fallout 3 on my computer again. Anyway, i was job hunting. My travels took me to a local book store. Nothing indicated they were hiring, but i asked for an application anyway.

     I made my way over to a nearby table, and sat to fill it out, taking out my trusty ball point pen. I skimmed over the application, noticing everything looked about as standard as any other application. I had other things i wanted to do, so i got to work, skipping the names and signatures for last, writing in all the crucial information. I stood up and made my way to the clerk's desk, at the same time as a pretty young asian girl, but unfortunately, she slipped, throwing her application into the air. I caught her, as we were close enough, and dropped my own application.

    She thanked me profusely, and we gathered our applications back up. She Thanked me again, then proceeded to walk to the desk, but unfortunately, her application had fallen into a spilt coffee cup, that she had tripped on, and her trip was to get another application. No biggy. I got to the desk, signed my name, and handed the application to the clerk, who studied it for a moment, then looked up at me curiously. "Excuse me..." the clerk asked, but i felt an odd shiver run through me, and my eyes were forced shut, like a sneeze...you can't sneeze with your eyes open.

     When I opened my eyes, the check out counter seemed to be higher up than it was a moment ago. I disregared this, until the clerks next statement. "Oh...my mistake, ma'am. Everythings good here...we'll call you as soon as we get any openings." I mulled over the clerks statement. Surely, she'd said "Man" not "ma'am", but it sure sounded like the former. Confused, i turned and left, felt i felt a swishing on my head, and long black hair fell into my face, as a soft tug was felt from the back of my head. Also, a strange jiggling resounded from my chest. That shiver whatever it was fogged up my mind a little, and i felt a little disoriented as i walked out of the bookstore.

   But i knew something was odd. I leaned on a wall and got my bearings. I sure hope i didn't have a stroke or something. I was too young for that. Outside, a breeze blew, and i felt an odd draft between my legs, almost like i was wearing any...pants. Of course, as i felt the sensation, i looked down, unconciously checking for said pants, which I didn't find. What I did find however, nearly caused me to have a heart attack. Staring back up at me was not my male body, clothed in loose dark jeans and a funny shirt. Instead, the very first thing i saw was the cleavage from two perky breasts, fit into a tight pink shirt, the cat on the front warped by the offending protrusions.

   This held my attention for a very long time as i gazed in shock and silence down the front of my body. It was like this, that i became painfully aware of the bra underneath, the cups of which i could almost make out, underneath the shirt. Then i ventured to move my attention further down my front. Unfortunately, my new breasts blocked my view anywhere above my new dainty feet, the toes of which were painted a light pink. "No...no!" i begged, to no one in particular, stopping at the soft, musical sound of my new voice. I reached my hands up, to grasp my breasts, filling that were nice and firm. I noticed my hands were dainty as well, adorned with longer nails, painted the same color as my toes.

     I turned to the shop window, the closest thing to a reflective surface and gasped at my reflection. There, staring back at me was a young pretty asian girl, probably around 17 years old. She had long black hair, most of which was done up in a pony tail in the back, the bangs hanging into her face. She was adorned in a pink shirt, her hands gripping her breasts, now covering some of that cat's head. She wore a denim miniskirt that ended just above her knees. The light make-up she wore accentuated her beauty, and I would have found her extreemely attractive, had she had any other look on her face besides the scared and confused look she had now. Oddly enough though, she still seemed to resemble how i looked. As if you'd taken how i looked, and just changed my genetics...gave me an extra x chromosome instead, and changed my ethnicity to asian...bits and pieces of me...the way my face sloped, the way my mouth was set, and my eyes, besides being slanted like an asian.

     I stood staring at myself for a while...it could have been seconds, it could have been days, trying to peice together how this had happened. Then it occured to me...I must have accidently switched resumes with that asian girl! I must have signed my name on hers instead of mine...but...how could that have caused this? I finally removed a hand from my breasts and ran it through my hair, then took another one, and ran it to my crotch...Yep...all girl.

    My thought proccess was interupted though, as another employee came out of the store holding a purse. "Miss?" he asked, looking my way. "Miss?" it took me a moment to realize he was referring to me. I turned towards him, an expectant look on my face. "Huh?" i asked stupidly.

    He was holding the purse out. "You left this inside." My first thought was to inform him it wasn't mine, but he said it was...like he watched me get up without it...I reached out wordlessly and took it. He walked back inside and i opened the purse. the first thing i saw was my driver's liscence. It held my new identity. Asian, 5'3, 112 lbs, hair black, eyes brown, age 17. Then there was my name. It was the same, yet flipped somehow. My last name was the same, but my name was a girl's name. It still resembled my old one...just...feminine. And my address was different...Then was my old cell phone, which i took out and examined. It revealed all the pictures of me within it had been changed. Yet, thankfully, my friends and family were the same.

    But there were other things as well...cash, important notes...tampons...birthcontrol pills?! I promptly closed the purse...oh, no...what had happened? Somehow, i knew i was stuck...i looked at the store again, then at myself, turned and left, heading to my car...I would never hear from the bookstore, and i was forced to keep looking for a job, even though i was back in highschool. I ended up putting the incident forever to the side, as i was forced to make a new life for myself.