You should really have kept your tongue when you started complaining how horrible you life was at that restaurant. Both of them were in steady relationships, and with their combined income with their spouses had both managed to save up and buy a house. You on the other end were still single, and unable to hold a relationship for longer than a couple of years, and still renting out an apartment. Sure you had a job which paid the bills, but you felt like you were stalling, and that you were falling behind everyone else in this game called life.
"It's horrible! How am I ever going to find a girl, have kids, buy a house? I am almost thirty years old already, I don't want to start having kids in my forties! Women have it so much easier, they can basically pick any guy they want, and then set the term and schedule for when they want to start having kids, plus they get maternity leave... It's just not fair!"
The waitress serving you took your comments very personally, and walked up to you, fury in her eyes.
"You think it's so easy? You should count yourself lucky! It seems like you have a decent life, nice and cozy even. So people have it much harder you know? In fact, I think you should experience it first hand... In some parts of the world, women are still treated second class citizen, who don't get a say in who they marry, and certainly not in when or how many kids they should have! Hope you enjoyed being a privileged white male, because that life is over for you now..."
You stared at her in confusion, uncertain of what she was ranting off about, when she snapped her finger, and everything whirred rapidly around you, as you were instantaneously transported across the world, landing in a different place, and in a different body. You felt sore, bloated, uncomfortable. Around you, dozens of other women were bent over, working relentlessly on various sowing machines. Looking down, you were shocked to find that not only did long dark hair frame your vision, or that the skin on your arms and hands had a darker tone to it, but that you now had a large protruding belly, almost like...
"There! Now you will see that your life hadn't been so hard before. Your name is now Rahmah, you are a 25 year old Indonesian girl, who, as you might have noticed, is very much pregnant. But due to your husband's low income, you will have to keep working at the factory through the pregnancy, up until you give birth, where you will get a few weeks of leave before going straight back to work. See, now you get to have the relationship and family you so desperately wanted, although maybe not exactly how you had wanted it. Oh and forget about trying to do anything about this, despite you understanding me right now you don't speak a single word of English, and have no skills or talents other than sowing. And with your limited intelligence, you won't be able to learn anything else, so that is all you will be good for. That, and popping out babies for your man, who will expect you to take care of them by yourself on top of working at the factory all day. Have fun!"
The waitress, who was still in front of you, vanished with a snap, leaving you stranded in another country, another body, another life, as a submissive and compliant pregnant Indonesian woman named Rahmah. You had a feeling your life would be much harder now, as your body already felt sore from working, and you knew you had an evening of cleaning, cooking, and other wifely duties to take care of for your husband. And things would only get harder and harder as you had more and more kids to take care of as well. A shout resounded from one of the floor managers, and hoping not to get chastised for slacking off, you got back to work, regretting having complained to your friends about a life that didn't seem all so bad right now.
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