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The Blue-haired girl

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Every day I went up to the roof where I changed bodies with Angelika just in case that day came back

My life was no big deal, a mundane job, a common physique, and a failed marriage. I was about 50 years old and lived with the frustration of never being able to have children. It had been more than 2 years since Anette, my wife, had asked for a divorce. They were the worst days of my life and I felt like dying when they handed me the papers that put an end to my marriage. I still loved Annette, but she had never forgiven me that she could not have been a mother because of me and I accepted the break for pure love, so that she could be happier with someone else.

After the break I had a lot of free time and volunteered to help children who also needed company. I worked comforting abandoned children in an orphanage. I looked for food and medicines and helped them endure such a hard life. In that place was where I met Angelika, a beautiful and sad girl who had the habit of painting her hair blue. Maybe she did it out of eccentricity or maybe because she needed to draw attention to her lonely life.

Of all the children in the orphanage, I dedicated my love especially, perhaps because I saw her most in need or perhaps because she made me feel what a father should feel for his daughter. I dedicated all my efforts to try to brighten her beautiful face and to smile and to know that there were people who loved her and who would be willing to do anything for her. Little by little, I gained her trust and affection, bought her ice cream, gave her gifts, and took her for a walk in the city. One day, on one of her walks, I saw Anette sitting weeping on a park bench. I did not dare to approach, but Angelika noticed my embarrassment and she asked me: "Who is that woman, and why are you so serious? "Holding her tears, I told her that not only did she have a sad life, I was sad because I had not been able to make Anette happy by giving her a daughter. Angelika was thoughtful for a while and she replied that she was very sorry and that the three of us, Anette, me and herself, deserved to be happy and that someday we would be.

It was funny, but I had gone out with Angelika to relieve it and it turned out that she relieved me.

I realized how good that girl was and knew I would do anything for her.

Days and months passed. And one rainy April morning I went back to the orphanage and I found myself again, with Angelika, who this time surprised me because it was the first time I saw her smile and also appeared to be happy. She told me she knew how to make me never be serious again, but to get it we should change our bodies. I looked at her strangely, even thought she had gone mad. But the girl took some rusty rings from the pocket of her trousers and told me that they were the rings of change and that they would allow us to change our bodies. I knew Angelika too well to know when she was joking or telling the truth, and this time everything she told was true. We climbed the roof of the orphanage so that no one would bother us and at the same time we put the ring on one of the fingers of the left hand. In less than a second we had changed our bodies and I looked up to see the smiling face of my old body. Angelika leaned over to me and stroking my hair told me to wait for her, that she would soon return.

It had been more than three months since the change of bodies and still had not lost hope, continued climbing to the roof with the illusion of seeing her return. But it did not happen until today that was when I saw her appear at the end of the street walking quickly. But she did not come alone, holding her hand and looking at her affectionately, Anette was smiling. They entered the orphanage and I nervously waited for him to climb to the roof. But he did not. Instead, the director of the orphanage came up and told me to go down to her office that had important news for me.

When I entered the director's office I found Anette and Angelika in my body, sitting on a couch and still holding hands. Angelika with my voice told me that they wanted to adopt me, that they had reconciled and that now they were a happy marriage.

Angelika's beautiful face lit up and I smiled with her mouth as I replied that I was happy to be her daughter.

We were already leaving for Anette's house, when Angelika gently grabbed my shoulder and led me to a secluded room. There she told me that had brought the rings and if I wanted we could change the body right now. She told me that since she had been a woman for most of her life knew how to make another woman happy, and that Anette, now, was also a happy woman. And that seeing Anette happy made her happy too. I told him that I did not want to change my body, that the three of us were happy the way we were now and that I was also frustrated, even though I had not been able to be a father, in the future I would be a mother.

At no point did I stop smiling when we left the orphanage. Life is wonderful for me and my parents, dreams are sometimes fulfilled.And I married in white with the man who for twenty-two years lived in what is now my body, with the man who will be the father of my children and with the man who takes me every day by the hand to tell me how happy he is by my side.

Magda, A love Story

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Today is a year since Magda became ill.

 And it was the moment when I made the decision that changed forever the life of Magda and mine. I could not allow her to keep losing strength and the desire to live. I could not bear to see her weaker and sadder every day. It was time to show her how much I loved her.

When I was a child, I felt Magda's arrival as a wonderful gift from God. I was an insecure, frightened child who was mocked by almost all schoolmates. Every day was a torment. I was afraid to leave the house and I was shaking when it was time to go to school. Until one day I was crying on the floor, after suffering a cruel joke, Magda appeared. Magda was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, with her smiley face and blue eyes full of tranquility and calm. She held out her hand and told me to get up and take it. She told me that life is wonderful, that I was great and that I just needed self-confidence. She made me take a walk through all the classrooms of the school while we had entwined the fingers of our hands as if we were two lovers. Since that day my companions did not make fun of me again and every time I had a problem Magda appeared again grabbing my hand and reassuring me.

With the passage of time Magda grew to become a spectacularly beautiful, intelligent and good woman. If in school she was popular in the institute she was a queen and in the university a goddess. I was not that lucky. I had not been handsome as a child and I was still as ugly as I was. The classmates no longer laughed at me but the boys did not talk to me and the girls ignored me completely. I was not invited to a party and everyone ignored me. And it was then that Magda reappeared, squeezed me by the hand and said, "Come with me" From that moment every day I would walk with Magda by the university holding hands, she would sit in class next to me and we shared a table in the cafeteria. At his side I felt safe and confident enough to study day and night with the idea of ​​becoming the best lawyer in the world and able to fulfill all dreams of my beloved Magda. She had made me the happiest and most envied man in the university, and I was happy just watching her beautiful smile smile without worry.

I managed to finish my law degree with number one in my promotion. The best law firms in the country sent me job offers. But I did not want to part with Magda, and I refused all the offers that came to me. Until one day he came to the door of my house the best lawyer in the country, he offered to be part of his office and economic and labor conditions that I could not refuse. Two weeks later, I packed my bags to the capital, to my new job. And two months later, Magda's mother phoned to inform me that her daughter was dying and wanted to see me before her death.

In tears I took the first plane and that same afternoon was in the house of Magda holding his hand and tried to give it strength. Everything was useless, Magda, who had been so cheerful and vivacious now was sad and sorry. I hired the best doctors and I took them to their house, all of them after visiting it they told me the same thing, that they did not know what was going on, physically it was good but nevertheless deteriorating. They did not think she lived much, surely a couple of weeks, they doubted very much that she would last a month.

The diagnosis of the doctors was terrible. But I could not let someone as wonderful as Magda die without trying anything possible to get her back.

I only had two weeks to find a cure, and I said goodbye to Magda, tearfully, promising that I would return before the two weeks of the doctors' talks concluded. I traveled a lot, first I tried with traditional medicine, then with the alternative, but I did not get answers and finally, desperate, I tried with magic. And there I found a hope, but at a huge price that only I could afford.

As promised, two weeks later I returned to Magda's house. Gathering what little strength she had left, she had dressed for my visit and sat on the couch, instead of waiting for me in bed. It was the last favor she could give me before her death. She did not want to see me sad with her illness, she wanted me to remember her as the cheerful and jovial woman she had always been. I got on my knees before her and showed her what I had achieved with so much searching.

-These are "the rings of change", allow to change the body of two people. I want to change my body with you. If someone deserves to die that's me and if anyone deserves to live you are. If we change and that allows your lives, then I will be the happiest man on Earth, my life will have served for something and also I will get the most wonderful being I have ever known can live, even in my body.

Of course Magda refused to exchange, but she was very weak, I stood behind her and took her hand, as I had done so many times before, I put a ring in her left hand while I put the other in mine.

Immediately we changed body, I was sitting on the couch without strength, noticing how it cost me breathe. Meanwhile, Magda, in my body sat on the floor, as I had done as a child, and began to cry.

I felt death approaching. My muscles ached, my bones ached, and every pore in my skin seemed to sweat blood. So I stayed for several days, waiting for everything to end. Until suddenly I started to improve. I was able to get out of bed and get myself to the service. Shortly afterwards I was able to walk to the kitchen and prepare solid foods. Two days later I had the strength to go out into the garden and to take walks in the park, holding Magda's hand in my body. It had not been a month since the doctors evicted Magda when they had to discharge me. The reason for the improvement could not be explained, nor could the reasons for the disease be explained.

But I knew her perfectly. This body had gotten sick when I walked away from him, needed my presence and my company. Magda felt an extreme love for my soul, she needed to protect me, to help me, she needed to be with me. Now with my soul inside her body and hers within mine, she had felt complete, perfect. His desire to be with me had been realized in the most sublime way, with the soul of each possessing the body of the loved one and the two together and protecting each other.

And so came the best day of my life, when Magda knelt in front of me, delicately took my left hand, removed the "ring of change" I still had and placed another ring on it, but this time of gold With diamonds and asked me: "Magda, do you want to marry me?"

Since then I am Magda.

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