Bill stared at the sentence. He didn’t think it would do anything but he decided to change “lost” to “won...”
Bill blinked and shook his head, feeling the odd sensation of hair whipping around on his head. His chest heaved, feeling heavy and distended. He felt a tug against his pants and realized they were loose and billowy. He looked down and saw his daughter Abby pulling a sleek black dress. A dress that Bill was wearing.
“Mommy let’s go get lunch” the 5 year old chirped.
Bill gasped and ran his hands over his body. He had breasts. He couldn’t feel his penis. “Oh shit!” he muttered, his voice high pitched and surprising.
“Mommy! Come on!” the little girl demanded, tugging harder on the dress. Bill took a step and wobbled in high heels. The judge’s voice still echoing in his ears. “I award full custody to the mother!”
He stared down at the phone and selected another sentence. It read “This middle aged mother of four is leaving the courtroom with her youngest daughter.”