I Flushed The Return Ticket
Language: en
On my twentieth birthday, my supposed best friend gave me a bottle of perfume. She was notoriously cheap, so seeing her hand over a designer bottle with a price tag that required a payment plan took me by surprise. I was just about to spritz it on my wrists when a stream of glowing, scrolling text suddenly materialized in the air before my eyes, like a glitch in the universe. The floating text said this was a magic perfume. It said my best friend wanted to use it to swap bodies with me, to steal my life, and to get her hands on my incredibly wealthy boyfriend. I read the words hovering in…