(I went with Scenario B…)
"I’d like a half-pump almond, oat milk, extra hot, medium quad latte with ristretto shots and a dollop of whipped cream, please,” the woman in the gray business suit ordered.
“Come again?” asked Anna. “You lost me at extra hot…”
The woman sighed before repeating her order.
A frazzled and frantic Anna quickly made the drink before turning to the next customer on the busy morning.
After the morning rush slowed, she turned to Trish, her coworker, and let out her breath. “I really wish I could quit this job and focus on my art instead.”
“Well, you know how it is with that, Anna,” Trish started. “Some random dude who paints a big red dot on the canvas and gets some rich dufus to buy into how it perfectly encapsulates the emotion of love is the guy who makes it as an artist.”
“Someone like you, who has actual talent?” she continued. “Doesn’t have a chance in hell. I, on the other hand chose the star-crossed path that only the pretty can walk. If only I were pretty…”
Trish was an aspiring actress barista, while Anna was an aspiring artist barista. Both barista profiles were a dime a dozen in Vancouver, BC.
As she walked home from her shift at the coffee shop in the misty rain, she debated for the thirty-seventh time whether she should have gone to University rather than take her chances as an artist. Right about now, she was feeling like she had made the wrong choice.
***
In her cramped studio apartment, Anna worked the modeling clay through her fingers as she put the finishing touches on her miniature statue of her friend, Trish. Well, an improved version of her friend, Trish, anyway.
As she looked dreamily at the sexy statuette, she thought about her friend Trish. Recalling her friend’s take-no-prisoners attitude and acerbic wit brought a smile to Anna’s face. She had a crush on Trish, but she was pretty sure that Trish was straight. Not that it mattered. It’s not like she had the temerity to ask Trish out even if she were a lesbian.
She glanced at the mirror at her nondescript face, mousy brown hair, and curveless body. If I could only mold people like I can mold clay, things would be so much different…
With a flash, a diffuse, smokey form began to take shape before her. A voice echoed in her head:
“You’ve got it, sugar!” the voice said.
I’ve got what? she thought.
“You’ve got the power to mold women like you can mold clay. Just imagine it, and it will happen, honey,” said the voice.
Anna squinted at the smokey form in front of her. It looked vaguely feminine.
Who are you? she thought back to the entity.
“I’m Gaia, sugar, but my sub-goddesses usually just call me Mama G,” stated the entity in a matter-of-fact tone.
You’re a goddess? You don’t sound like a goddess… Anna thought before realizing she might have offended the entity. This whole thought-reading thing was tough to get a handle on!
“I’m THE Goddess, honey. I’m the boss lady too, so mind your thinkin’” came Gaia’s irritated reply.
Ok, got it! So I’m a sub-goddess now? Anna though back, amazed at the absurdity of this whole thing.
“Well, just ‘goddess’, sugarplum. I just use the sub-goddess term to make the hierarchy clear to my new recruits. Your new official title is ‘Goddess of Lesbian Love and Desire’” the voice said authoritatively.
With that, the smokey form dispersed into the air, and Anna’s thoughts were her own again.
Anna sat back in her chair, stunned at the turn of events. She was a goddess now? She didn’t feel any different.
Well, let’s try this out. If I’m going crazy, it won’t work. she thought. If this is somehow really happening, maybe… just maybe… it will! Anna tried to quell the surge of excitement that filled her at that last thought.
She looked at her statuette of Trish, with its larger breasts, thin waist, and long legs, and willed the real Trish to match.
For the first time since she moved to Vancouver, she couldn’t wait to go to work tomorrow, eager to know if it had worked…
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