Chloe

You work at the local grocery store, and it’s a decent job. You handle cashiering, cart gathering, returns, just the usual tasks. It’s an easy rhythm, until Chloe, the local Karen, shows up. She’s always complaining: returning milk just a day before it expires, yelling over tiny mistakes, and demanding discounts with expired coupons. Today’s no different. Chloe stands impatiently as you scan her items, muttering insults the whole time. You’re fed up, and under your breath, you mutter, “I just wish you could feel an ounce of empathy for me.” Chloe freezes, narrowing her eyes. The words hanging in the air as if… heard. “Empathy? For a loser retail worker like you?” She snarls. Her clothes shimmer, transforming into the store uniform you wear. Her posture straightens, but her face softens. “Ungrateful brats like you doesn’t deserve it,” She says, but her voice is now higher, almost whiny. Her figure changes, her waist slimming, her chest fills out, and her face grows younger, softer. “What? Am I supposed to feel grateful that some incompetent, stuttering brat is bagging my groceries?” Chloe snaps, but her voice trembles now, shy. She flushes, her cheeks pink. “W-well I’m… I’m not! O-okay?” She stammers, pouting, her once-commanding presence now replaced by a cute, shy, college-aged girl. The transformation is complete, Chloe, the Karen, is gone, replaced by someone new.