What would you expect when a clerk named Jane Brown married Bob Smith, auto parts associate? Just what they had. A small rented bungalow in a tired neighborhood. Homemade clothes. Vacation trips to the local beach. And an average child named Mary.
Why not Tiffany or Crystal or Jewel? Girls with those names lived differently. Homes resembling small mansions. Designer clothes. European vacations. Looks, brains, popularity. As if some leprechaun had sprinkled them with enchanted gold dust. Why couldn't she be a golden girl? .
Suddenly inspired, she grabbed a blank pad of paper and stretched out on her bed.
I, Mary Smith, hereby change my name to Tiffany Worthington.
Was it legal? Would it make a difference? She closed her eyes for just a minute.
A tap at the door awoke her. A maid set a tray by her bed.
"Here's your breakfast, Miss Tiffany."
The luxurious bedroom was bigger than her house. The mirror reflected long golden hair and a perfect face. Dreaming, of course, but she planned on enjoying it. Eat every bite of that calorie-laden breakfast. Raid the huge closet and try the designer outfits. Perhaps she'd experience an entire day as a golden girl before she awoke.
"Tiffany!" Crystal looked shocked and repulsed.
"You wore that outfit last month. What are people going to think?"
A quick retreat. "Gotta run."
Honor classes weren't easy. A "D" on this composition? It's better than anything I've ever written. Jewel and Amber are pointing at me. Probably the outfit. Do I have other friends? I'm going to find Jenny. She may be average, but she's kind. Wait, she's having lunch with ... Me? Only it's not me, it's Mary. This is a weird dream. I've been watching too many of those body-swap movies. Except they are funny.
Glad that school is out and I'm heading home to the mansion. Wish I could wake up now.
"What's that, Clarice? Dinner in my room? No, I'm tired of eating alone. Where are my parents?"
"Oh yes, Dad's still doing business in China. No, I didn't remember that it's one of Mom's nights out. How many does she have?"
"Five or six. Right."
Someone wake me up now. Please. I want to wake up now. Please... Please.
"Great dinner, Mom. I loved the meatloaf."
Tiffany loved the attention too. A mother who asked about her day and baked cookies from scratch. A father who came home to their little bungalow each evening. A true friend. And a new name. "Mary" was so pretty and unpretentious. Who needed empty mansions? Had a leprechaun sprinkled her with enchanted gold dust?
It had to be a dream. But this one had lasted for over a month. Please, don't let me wake up.