"What have you done to me?!" you yelled in the unfamiliar voice. You pulled your hair and face, thinking this
most be a bad dream.
"Now, now. This is no time to be dilly-dally, boy. You have chores to do. So get off your fancy clothes, put on
your work duds and start working or no supper for you." said the old woman pointing at the closet. You open it
and inside their a pair of worn off rubber boots, denim overalls and a bandana. You stare in disgust at the
proposed get out, when you feel a pair of hands taking your shirt off. "Come on, you don't have all day!"
"Back off! You can't do this, I don't even know how you did it, but I'm a lawyer, I'm gonna sue you if you don't
return me back to normal." you threaten, but it only make the old woman giggle. "A lawyer? Why I recon that you
can't even read."
"What?" You don't want to believe her, but you come to the sudden realization that all your years of college,
school and even basic knowledge are under a fog, you know you are supposed to know it, but for the life of you
you can't recall. In your desperation you saw your own reflection again in the mirror. The sight of the
shirtless you filled you with a new emotion, a somewhat pride of the body sculpted from hard work and the tanned
arms, from toiling under the sun. But that's not right you are not a farmhand. And still you have already put on
the new outfit. You might have been a lawyer, but who would believe that when they look at you, and its not like
you can prove it either.