Luckily I remembered I could wet my hands in the running water and sure enough after some twisting and wiggling, the ring slid reluctantly off of my finger.

  It took a second for my heart to beat normally again.

  Why am I so freaked out? Maybe cuz I don’t remember putting it on!? For that matter, why did I even keep it? Did I really hope to find that shady trench coat guy so I could return it… How would I even find them!?

  I took a deep breath and spshed some water on my face, letting my hands linger on my soft cheeks. Get a hold of yourself April! A cursed ring? Those aren’t real. Whatever it is, it’s probably just some kind of April Fools Day prank. Mr. Trench Coat was probably just one of the guys from school trying to fuck with me. I’ll bring it with me to school and I’m sure we’ll all be having a good ugh about it ter.

  I slipped the ring into the pocket of my pajama pants and proceeded to reach for the soap. I’m just on edge today because I’m expecting to be pranked. You can’t really bme me for being jumpy.

  A nice vender scented ther now coating my hands, I returned it to the soap tray. Under the running water, my small hands felt slick and slippery, gliding across one another with glorious ease. For about two seconds. Once my hands were clean, I finally turned off the tap.

  Better not drive up the water bill anymore than I already have.

  Like my face, chest and back, my hands were blessedly hairless. Although I had noticed that they were starting to feel a bit rougher than they used to. I need to start moisturizing them more. I thought while attempting to dry them on the only, still damp, hand towel that we had on hand.

  Upon returning to the kitchen, my Lucky Charms had indeed been softened. I wanted to say I told you so but as, Mom was nowhere to be found. I quickly decided that I didn’t have to waste on breakfast afterall, having taken so long in the bathroom. I swiveled around, ascending the stairs to my room to get changed.

  I go to the prep school downtown. One of the benefits of mom’s cushy office job. Though it kinda makes my job easy too. Instead of having to decide which boring boy clothes I want to subject myself to on any given school day, I had the most boring boy’s uniform imaginable to subject myself to school day after day after day. Yay me!

  I transferred the ring from my pj pocket to my backpack before getting dressed. Then I hurriedly grabbed a bzer, a tie, and a pair of pants from atop a stack of nearby clothes before tossing my school uniform onto the bed. I went to the left open closet to grab a fresh shirt plus my belt & shoes. When those pieces joined the ones on my bed to complete the set, I began to disrobe.

  Once I’d located a clean pair of cotton briefs, I turned to face the full length mirror on the back of my closet door.

  Staring back at me was a very naked girl!

  I dropped my underwear.

  “But I took off the ring!” I whined. “This can’t be happening!”

  I looked down at my own very naked body.

  It looked exactly the same as I remembered it should. Nothing seems to be wrong with it.

  However upon further inspection, the naked girl was still there. I tried my best not to stare.

  Is she only in the mirror? I wondered. Nothing in real life has changed has it? Besides this mirror I mean.

  On the bed behind me, my uniform did not appear to have changed yet.

  I started trying to calm myself down. Get a hold of yourself April. Boys can’t just magically turn into girls! Magic isn’t real. Why would your mind immediately jump to something so ridiculous!

  Turning around so that I was facing away from the mirror and towards the bed, I started getting dressed as fast as I knew how. I’d gotten pretty good at tying a tie while running down stairs over the years if I do say so myself.

  It’s April Fools! This must all be some kind of eborate prank. That’s the only logical expnation. I reasoned. Just smoke and mirrors! Though despite the distinct ck of smoke, there was definitely something wrong with this mirror. That’s it! The bathroom mirror! It showed me my real reflection before. Mom must’ve swapped my regur mirror for a trick one st night while I was asleep. Yeah that’s what happened.

  Now dressed, my backpack shoved under my arm, I almost expertly tied my tie as I flew downstairs on the return trip to the bathroom. I arrived, threw open the door and dropped my backpack.

  No. Oh no!

  Now that mirror shows a girl too! Thankfully instead of her birthday suit, she was wearing the girl’s version of my uniform this time. Fallen from under her arm was a blue Jansport backpack instead of my usual gray one.

  My heart stopped.

  There’s no way Mom had time this morning to swap the mirror in the bathroom after I had already used it? Although maybe that’s why she wasn’t in the kitchen before. That could be it. No, that's not very pusible. Plus how could it alter my reflection without changing anything else around it except for clothes?

  I slowly retrieved my bag as I watched the girl do the same. My eyes never left hers. How could they when she appeared to literally be MY reflection!

  I began backing up back into the kitchen. I reached for the door with my free hand at the same time as the girl did. Then she smmed it on her way out just like me.

  I passed the abandoned remains of my UnLucky Charms. They had turned to a certified mush, the marshmallows had disintegrated forming coloured swirls within the milky paste. Mom must already be in the car. The honking of her horn confirmed my suspicions and nearly made me shit myself.

  “C’mon April, we’re gonna be te!”

  Once my dirty dishes were in the sink, I threw my backpack over my shoulder and ran out the door, pausing only briefly to be sure I’d locked it behind me. Then I hopped into the back of Mom’s car, desperately hoping that she wouldn’t notice anything different about me.