"The rule is simple", read the little note, confusing you as you picked it out of the bargain bin. "When you wear this band--you can trade anything for anything else. But do not let your imagination hold you back, dear reader. Why, any two concepts are yours to twist, provided you're willing to Will it... who knows-- maybe men could have bare chests and women could have breasts?"
You're not sure why you *continued* to buy this thing after reading that strange note, particularly after it suggested that that /wasn't/ how things have always been, but... here you are, by yourself, sun shining down on you on this boring sunday.
Any two concepts...
With a hum, you look to your right, spying a cute, petite woman in glasses on the street bench beside you. She's deep into a novel, it looks like. Beside her, a little bird chirps. You snicker, unable to stop yourself from imagining a little 'swap', if your knock off, 50 cent rubber band is to be believed... and blanch when the woman looks up at you, apparently catching you staring. She chirps in a beautiful, yet annoyed birdsong-- and the bird beside her flies away, a woman's voice squealing into the sky.
You go pale, leaning up against the storefront as she lets out a scoff-like tweet, ignoring you.
Any two concepts.
Any two concepts...
Nothing can be simply created... but anything can be exchanged. Where does the limit lie?
Oh boy.