Day 205: The Mirror

He left the vial on the table with a note attached:

“To become a new person, drink this.”

The gap-tooth and A-cups in the mirror looked at me for the last time.

I sit down.

I pulled the cork out and let the purple ooze fall into my mouth. I swallowed. Nothing. Then…

My insides boiled. My skin stretched. I felt like every inch of me was pregnant.

In a moment, I split open like the seams of a doll, burst like a water balloon, and landed on the floor. They say when someone is decapitated that they can see everything for four more seconds. Another human stood up from the chair, covered in blood, turned and looked. Her hair was long and straight. Breasts sitting on air. Skin perfect. The new me smiled with a set of shiny whites, while I silently hoped that she would get that mole on her cheek removed.