Literature
A Shapeshifters Bad Day
It was the final day of my three-month contract. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror, taking in my appearance one last time. I’ve taken good care of myself, making sure I don’t gain or lose any weight, or look any younger or older than I should. I smile. Perfect, if a little on the flat side. Brunette. Cute face. Small body. I’ve spent the last three months as an actress that got famous off a TV series that wrapped up last year. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you any more details. Confidentiality is a key part of the contract. Not today.
A text message arrived on my phone. The remaining balance has been deposited int
