When the Workshop Changed Sides

Some lessons cannot be learned from books. Others only come when you are forced to live, in your own skin, what you once did to others.

In the small workshop on the corner, Joel was almost a legend.
Not for his mechanical skills, but for his reputation of never missing a chance to cheat a woman.

The moment a female client parked her car, insecure and unsure, he would appear with an endless list of invisible problems, inflated prices, and technical explanations no one could challenge. Joel felt no guilt. To him, it was simply “part of the business.”

Until the day he met a witch.

What should have been just another ordinary customer ended in a curse.
With a few whispered words and a cold stare, Joel woke up the next morning transformed into a beautiful young woman.

The punishment was clear: to feel, in his own body, what it meant to be treated as foolish, deceived, underestimated.

But fate had a cruel sense of humor.

The workshop did not empty. It filled.

The clientele changed — now almost entirely male.
And the very same tricks still worked.

The same imaginary defects.
The same absurd prices.

Only now, too distracted by the new face behind the counter, they paid with a smile, never realizing they were being cheated exactly as so many women before them.

What was meant as a lesson became an advantage.
And Joel learned, in the most ironic way possible, that changing bodies does not necessarily mean changing one’s nature.