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At his favourite table in the Rue de la Liberté, Hugo reflected on the last year. For a man with wishes to use, life looked unremittingly bleak.

On his birthday every February, Hugo got to make a wish. It was a gift his mother had conjured for him before she had died, and her magic held strong and true each and every year.

He was lonely, that was for sure. Moving to the city had been a shock and making friends was hard. He had sold a few pictures, but he barely covered his rent, and none of the pretty, smiling girls who walked by would even give him a second glance.

Last year he had wished to know for sure who he wanted to be, a vague wish that had brought on a lot of introspection and soul searching. As the year had gone on, the answer had become clear - he wanted to be someone else:someone not weighed down with his cares, someone happy, someone... like those girls who strolled by.

The realisation had turned to fascination, which had turned to obsession. He spent more and more time at this table, nursing a glass of water for as long as the waiters would let him, thinking of what it would be like to be her. Or her. Or her.

Tomorrow was his birthday, and he had a plan. He'd make that wish, and he'd be someone else for sure. He'd wasted a year working this out, so he'd go further - he'd wish to forget this disaster of a year, to have those twelve months over again, as the woman he should always have been. Yes, things were finally going to look better.

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At her favourite table in the Rue de la Liberté, Léa reflected on the last year. For a woman with wishes to use, life looked unremittingly bleak.

Her wish to know who she wanted to be had led to such soul searching and introspection. For a woman who found making friends difficult, city life was tough. Those handsome men who breezed past without a care in the world had no idea how hard it was for a woman to make her way in the city. Sure, she'd sold a few of her pictures, but it barely covered her rent, and everyone she turned to for help or advice was so dismissive, so patronising. If she had been born a man, she wouldn't be taken for granted. Life would be so much easier. So much happier.

Tomorrow was her birthday, and she had a plan. She'd make that wish, and she'd make the change she needed to make. She'd wasted a year working out who she wanted to be, so she'd go further - she'd wish to have that year over again, as the man she should always have been. Yes, things were finally going to look better.......

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At his favourite table in the Rue de la Liberté, Hugo reflected on the last year. For a man with wishes to use, life looked unremittingly bleak.

On his birthday every February, Hugo got to make a wish. It was a gift his mother had conjured for him before she had died, and her magic held strong and true each and every year.

He was lonely, that was for sure. Moving to the city had been a shock and making friends was hard. He had sold a few pictures, but he barely covered his rent, and none of the pretty, smiling girls who walked by would even give him a second glance.

Last year he had wished to know for sure who he wanted to be, a vague wish that had brought on a lot of introspection and soul searching. As the year had gone on, the answer had become clear - he wanted to be someone else:someone not weighed down with his cares, someone happy, someone... like those girls who strolled by.

The realisation had turned to fascination, which had turned to obsession. He spent more and more time at this table, nursing a glass of water for as long as the waiters would let him, thinking of what it would be like to be her. Or her. Or her.

Tomorrow was his birthday, and he had a plan. He'd make that wish, and he'd be someone else for sure. He'd wasted a year working this out, so he'd go further - he'd wish to forget this disaster of a year, to have those twelve months over again, as the woman he should always have been. Yes, things were finally going to look better.

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At her favourite table in the Rue de la Liberté, Léa reflected on the last year. For a woman with wishes to use, life looked unremittingly bleak.

Her wish to know who she wanted to be had led to such soul searching and introspection. For a woman who found making friends difficult, city life was tough. Those handsome men who breezed past without a care in the world had no idea how hard it was for a woman to make her way in the city. Sure, she'd sold a few of her pictures, but it barely covered her rent, and everyone she turned to for help or advice was so dismissive, so patronising. If she had been born a man, she wouldn't be taken for granted. Life would be so much easier. So much happier.

Tomorrow was her birthday, and she had a plan. She'd make that wish, and she'd make the change she needed to make. She'd wasted a year working out who she wanted to be, so she'd go further - she'd wish to have that year over again, as the man she should always have been. Yes, things were finally going to look better.......