Paul slammed his forehead down on his desk in total dismay. The hardwood thunk echoed through his room, a physical punctuation to his spiraling thoughts.
"This can't be real," he muttered into the desk. "It just can't be."
But the second his head made contact with the keyboard, an accidental keystroke registered — a faint beep came from his monitor.
He slowly lifted his head, eyes narrowing at the screen.
"Random Trait Activated."
"Wait, what? No—!"
Too late. The interface spun to life again.
A fresh blur of profile pictures zipped across the screen. Paul's heart sank as the carousel slowed and locked onto Emily Tran, a girl he barely knew from an old friend group — sweet voice, pink nails, always wore skirts in winter.
The trait wheel spun.
Kindness. Intuition. Confidence. Posture. Footwear. It finally landed on:
Footwear
A soft flash of light swept across the screen.
Paul felt a strange tug at his feet. He looked down.
His sneakers were gone.
In their place were a pair of sleek, knee-high black boots with a slight heel. Next to them on the floor, like they’d always belonged there, sat a few other pairs: strappy sandals, block heels, and a pair of pointed nude pumps.
He instinctively stood up — the lift in his step instantly noticeable. His center of balance shifted, calves stretching with each careful movement. He wobbled slightly, adjusting to the new footwear, lips parting in disbelief.
"You have got to be kidding me."
He took a few tentative steps, the rhythmic click of heels echoing through his room.
Still, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder how she walked in these like it was second nature. And whether that skill came bundled in too.
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