Makeover by Paul Newbody

I was granted a wish for the body of my choice. How doesn't matter. Maybe I saved an alien with advanced genetic technology who was very grateful. Perhaps I caught a leprechaun. I could have found a magic lamp with a genie inside. It isn't important. The fact is I was granted a new body, the body of my dreams.

What features would you pick? Out of all the endless possibilities, all the different shapes and sizes, how would your perfect body, the body or your dreams, look?

I knew there were a few things I wanted. Ever since I was a child, my passion had been kickboxing. It was my greatest joy, my favorite hobby. Trouble was, it hurt. I never learned to like getting punched or kicked into unconsciousness.

So I asked for a head that could easily absorb a blow, one that was able to take a lot of punishment. I wanted piercing eyes with a frightful stare to intimidate my rivals.

Naturally I would have a large, powerful frame, massively built, with huge bulging muscles, able to withstand a wide range of temperature as I hated feeling hot or cold.

Lastly, I wanted rock-hard feet. While I really enjoyed kicking, it also really hurt my feet. I needed to be able to kick or stomp on anything and feel no pain, to be nimble and sure footed so I could dance around my opponents and never slip.

Caught up in the moment, consumed by my desires, I threw caution to the winds, didn't think things through. I was granted my wish, given my new dream body. It was exactly what I asked for and not at all what I wanted.

I had the head of a ram. With big curved horns and an extremely thick skull, a bighorn sheep can crash into another all day long, fighting for mates. Never has nature evolved a more perfect helmet. My formidable stare, fiery red eyes glowing with hatred and blood lust.

My frame was as massively muscled as I had asked for. Well defined and symmetrical, it was the torso of a Greek god... one covered in fur. Ask any wildlife biologist and he will tell you the value of fur in keeping animals protected from the elements. Hot or cold would never be an issue for me again.

My feet. Oh yes, my feet... they were perfectly designed. Extremely tough and sure footed, just as you would expect the hooves of a mountain goat to be, able to scamper up and down rocky, steep mountainsides.

I look in your eyes and what do I see? The horror of a demon that is me.

I received the body I asked for, one made for fighting and as nimble as can be, as I know from all the times I've had to defend myself and run, hiding from those who call me a devil, Satan, the Antichrist himself. My new body was everything I had dreamed of. Except human.

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