You wake up in a cramp dark wet fleshy place. Frighten, you try to move, kicking against the walls, which draws out what you think was muffled giggling somewhere outside your new found prison. You arms also bumps into what appears to be a cord that connects to your belly. Are… you an unborn baby?
A feminine voice not muffled broke you contemplation, “Oh, you’re finally awake now! Good.”
You try to speak but the words you thought rang out like your normal voice without you moving your mouth, “Who are you, and where am I?”
“Oh right, forgive me. I’m Alisa, a spirit that grants wishes.”
“Like an angel? Are you my guardian angel or something?”
“Could turn out that way. You wished from me when I was crossing the night sky as a shooting star. You wished to understand your mother better. Wishes are fulfilled not by my desire or yours but what’s deep down in your heart, which has brought you here. I can’t bear to leave you stranded here, so I’ll stay to help as much as I can. Beware though, the wishes you make may have more unexpected consequences. So ask carefully.”
You thought for a moment and tried to wish for something mundane, surely your heart won’t put you in danger, right? “Um, I wish I could see where I am”. You hear Alisa giggles but that quickly gets drowned out by a whole sort of noise and bright blinding light all around you.
****
You shield your eyes the best you could as your senses adjust, your body instinctively tries to get up to move away, hitting your knees on what feels like a table. You slowly peek between your fingers and gradually see what appears to be a city skyline, out from a large pan window of an office room fit potted plants, trash bin, and desk with a computer you appear to be sitting at. Or at least not you, as looking down you see you’re taller, in an office suit and skirt, high heels, and what appears to be large breasts and a massive round belly. If this is where you are, then you must be looking from (and controlling somehow) the mother?
You slowly spun around in your office chair, surveying the room you’re in. Across the pan window is a smaller tinted window with open blinders revealing a large room full of office stalls and workers, and next to it a door in the corner that leads there. From your desk you can see both windows and while it has usual office worker items, it also has a tag that reads “Secretary Anna”. Off to the side behind you is a door with a name on it you suspect is her boss. The noise you heard earlier is muffle office work out there and your phone office desk who’s call you just missed. Is this office woman a friend of your mother or does this make her your mother now?
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