The nurse

Jamie heard a scream coming from the other room:

— What the hell is this???

Before he could react, the door burst open and a woman stepped in. Or rather, someone dressed as a nurse — if you could even call that dressed. The outfit looked like it had jumped straight out of a lingerie catalog. With a look of shock and confusion, the woman stormed into the room and shouted:

— Dude, what the hell happened? Are you still you? And why am I this woman? And what the hell am I wearing?!

Jamie, burning up with fever and half-delirious, blinked a few times before muttering:

— Wow... this is weird... are you the beautiful woman I wished for to take care of me?

Wished for? — she asked, narrowing her eyes.

— Yeah... I was feeling terrible, all alone, no girlfriend, no family around... I closed my eyes and thought, "I wish I had a beautiful, caring woman to look after me..." — He waved a weak hand — And now here you are. Though, well... screaming and kinda freaking out.

The woman angrily tugged
at the hem of the tiny skirt.

— Dude, it’s me! Tony! Your roommate! I'm not a nurse, I'm not a woman — or at least I wasn't five minutes ago! I was just chilling in my room and bam, I turned into this! Wearing this! Whatever you did, undo it. Now!

But as he spoke, Tony moved closer to the bed and instinctively placed a hand on Jamie’s forehead.

— Oh sweetie... you're burning up. I’ll go grab your meds and you’ll be good as new in no time.

Jamie’s eyes widened.

Sweetie?

Tony froze. Took a breath.

— Wait… I said "sweetie"? I swear I meant to cuss you out... but it came out as “sweetie”! What the hell is happening to me?

He tried to talk tough, to let out a string of insults... but all that came out were gentle, caring words. No matter what he tried to say, his mouth seemed stuck in nurturing mode, even though his mind was screaming profanities.

Horrified, Tony clutched his mouth.

— Okay, look… I’m just gonna get your meds, run a bath, make you some soup, and help you get better so this insanity ends, alright?

From across the room, invisible to both of them, Jamie’s fairy godmother grinned with delight.

She knew exactly what she was doing. Jamie had been alone for a long time — and a big part of that was Tony, who always made snide remarks to every girlfriend Jamie brought home, hinting that he would’ve been the better choice.

Well, now Tony was the choice. And the nurse. And the attentive, beautiful woman Jamie had wished for — whether he liked it or not.

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