Ever since I was a little boy I always possessed a bizarre form of envy for attractive young women. It wasn’t a desire to sleep or be with them, but to actually be a gorgeous women. This quickly became an obsession that lasted well over a decade. But right as I was about to get help from a local psychiatrist, I was left dumbstruck as I saw this woman strut past me. I never wanted to become someone else more in my entire life, and then, poof! I was in her stylish shoes, and felt the wind brushing against my new midriff, blowing back my lengthy hair. I did not question this divine intervention, I simply continued down the sidewalk, finally happy with my life.