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Be Careful What You Wish For Andrew Peters was on his way to work on a sunny Monday morning. The Spring weather put a chill in the air so he stopped at his favourite coffee shop and got his usual - a cafe latte with some cinnamon. The staff there were always pleasant and the coffee was always good and today was no different. As he sipped on his coffee, Andrew felt there was just something in the air that morning. He felt as though today was going to be the start of a brilliant week - he'd had such feelings before and every time they turned out to be true. The last time Andrew felt the way he was feeling that morning, he won several thousand dollars in a lottery that he didn't even remember entering. Some guys have all the luck, he'd been told time and again. Andrew looked around to see if he could figure out why he felt so chipper. He scanned the people in the coffee shop so early in the morning. There were a lot of people heading to work like he was, both men and women. He sighed as he counted - ten men and two women. At his company, Andrew was one of the brightest up-and-coming stars. He quickly moved up the ranks to become the youngest manager in the company history, the job he currently held. There was an opening to become a senior manager but company policy might prevent him from getting it. The firm wanted to put a woman into a senior position and the buzz around the office was they were trying hard to find one to fill that spot. "It just isn't fair," Andrew sighed as he thought. "I deserve that position more than anyone else in the company. I wish the board would consider me." He hated thinking about the situation and tried to put it out of his mind. Then she showed up. Andrew didn't know who she was, but she was definitely eye catching. Although she had a great body, the most remarkable thing about her was her bright blue hair. He watched as she stood in line and then ordered the same order as him. "That's weird," thought Andrew, watching her. She paid and then started to leave. Before she hit the door, she looked in his direction and winked. Embarrassed to be caught watching her, Andrew quickly looked in another direction. His cheeks burned as he saw her leave in his periphery. Andrew decided he better not watch anyone else and quickly finished his coffee. He ran to make it to the office before nine. Arriving at the office, Andrew couldn't shake the feeling that today was going to be a great day. The weird encounter at the street light did little to dampen his mood. "I'm telling you, Susan, I just know something good is going to happen." he told his secretary. "I'm sure it will, Andrew. With that attitude, anything is possible!" Susan smiled. Andrew was a great boss and a great person. She sincerely hoped he was right. Andrew nodded and entered his office. He sat behind his desk, logged onto his PC and started clicking through emails as he did every morning. There was an email from his boss that needed answering right away so he double-clicked it and started typing. "Ouch!" Andrew yelped. His fingernail got caught in between a couple of the keys on his keyboard. He looked at his hand and realized he should have trimmed his nails that morning. He made a mental note to take care of it when he got home and took care in finishing the email. "Andy?" Susan knocked on his door. "I forgot to mention that your 11:30 meeting with Mr. Jenkins got rescheduled for 10:00. He's going to be here in an hour, I hope that's okay." "Okay, no problem," Andrew nodded to Susan. Bob Jenkins was one of Andrew's colleagues and better friends at the company. They often scheduled Monday meetings just to talk about the weekend. Andrew busied himself for the next hour basically answering emails and surfing the web. When Bob finally showed up, Andrew was ready for a break. Bob came into Andrew's office and they greeted each other as they always did - a firm handshake and a clap on the back. As Andrew grabbed Bob's hand, he felt as if Bob had gotten stronger. When the bro-hug came, he definitely thought Bob must have been working out. "Who me?" laughed Bob. "I haven't been to the gym in years." "You just seem stronger today," shrugged Andrew. Was he taller too, Andrew wondered. "Must be from all the action I got on Saturday," Bob laughed with a wink. "I told you I was going to check out The Cherry Pit and I did...and man, the girls there were amazing." Andrew listened to Bob regale him with stories of hot girls, short skirts, alcohol and sex but he was not nearly as interested as he should have been. "Am I boring you?" asked Bob, seeing Andrew stifling a yawn. "No, no!" apologized Andrew. "I'm just a bit tired still. Go on with your story." "It's okay, man," laughed Bob. "You've heard the best parts. I'd best get back to work. We going for lunch later?" "I wish I could but I need to entertain a client," answered Andrew. "Okay, then. Maybe tomorrow. See you later." Bob shook Andrew's hand again and Andrew did all he could not to cry out in pain. He looked down at his hand and was shocked. His fingernails had continued to grow and his hand itself seemed smaller. His fingers looked so long and thin. No wonder Bob's hand felt so much bigger! Growing concerned, Andrew quickly checked in the mirror he had hanging on his wall. He looked at himself closely to see if he could see any other changes. His hair seemed a bit longer than he remembered, but he had a haircut scheduled for Wednesday this week so maybe it was nothing. Andrew tried to put his worries out of his mind and buried himself in his work. He got into such a groove that he jumped when the phone rang. Susan told him his lunch appointment was waiting for him. Andrew thanked her and said he'd be right out. Grabbing his jacket off the coat rack, Andrew stopped. This wasn't his jacket - it looked a bit like his but was several sizes too small. He wondered where this jacket came from and looked to see if his had fallen on the floor. As he searched, he noticed the mirror again. "Holy shit!" he thought as he saw his reflection. The man looking back at him was several sizes smaller than he was this morning. He looked at his reflection, then at the jacket. It fit like it was made for him. "What the hell is going on?" "Are you ready?" Susan asked, poking her head in the door. Andrew jumped in surprise. "I'm ...er... Susan? Do I look any different to you?" he asked, scared of what she might say. "You don't look as happy as you did this morning, Andy? Is something wrong?" she asked, concern in her voice. "I'm just..." he paused. He's just what, he thought. She'd think he's crazy if he told her he was shrinking - obviously she didn't notice anything strange. "I'm just hungry, that's all." "Good timing," she laughed. Then she said in a more hushed voice, "A Miss Jessica Owens is here to see you, and she's cute! Maybe that good feeling you had is waiting just outside this door." Andrew's mood brightened immediately. He'd completely forgotten about his happy mood from the morning. He went out to meet his lunch companion hoping she'd be cute like Susan mentioned. "Hello, I'm Andrew Peters." he said, offering his hand. "You can call me Andy. Sorry to keep you waiting. It's good to be able to put a face to the voice on the phone." Jessica had talked to Andrew a few times before agreeing a face-to-face meeting would be beneficial. They exchanged pleasantries and then they headed off to lunch. At lunch, the discussions started out with all business and Jessica was duly impressed. Andrew knew his business well and she could appreciate that. She also saw he was a good person and talks turned more social as lunch continued. "So how much did you actually win?" she asked as Andrew finished his lottery story. "After taxes, it was still $16 grand." he smiled. "Not enough to retire on, but more than enough to have a good time." "And you've got the same feeling today?" Jessica asked. "Yep." he nodded. "And then I met you. Is that a coincidence?" "Ooooh," cooed Jessica playfully. "You are smooth. Did you even win a lottery?" Andrew laughed and nodded. "I swear it's true." he said, crossing his heart. "Okay," answered Jessica. "I won't press the issue. Oh gosh, look at the time! I need to get going!" Andrew looked down at his wrist to check his watch and was shocked to see a thin-strapped watch around his small wrist. It was still a Cartier and looked vaguely like the one he'd treated himself to when he won the lottery, only smaller. Quickly regaining his composure, Andrew stood up and walked out with Jessica. He didn't realize how tall she was until they were walking side-by-side. Her four inch heels put her at eye level with Andrew, which is saying a lot, he thought, because he was over six feet tall. A taxi picked up Jessica and took her to her next meeting and Andrew headed back to his office. He looked at the receipt from lunch and saw that Jessica had written her name and number on it. It was turning out to be a good day after all. Andrew was beaming after finding Jessica's number. He slowed his pace so he could enjoy the Spring sun. A breeze was blowing and it was exhilarating. Andrew just wished he remembered his hat - he didn't realize how long his hair had grown and it kept blowing in his face. Back at the office, Susan asked how the lunch meeting went. Andrew showed her the receipt and she high-fived him. "Way to go, boss!" she cheered. "She's quite a looker!" "I'll say," Andrew smiled. "You called it right that time. So what's on the schedule for the afternoon?" "Two appointments and a meeting with your boss." she said. Andrew nodded, remembering which customers he had to meet. "You've got thirty minutes before the first one arrives." Andrew went back into his office to play some solitaire but decided not to. Instead, he went to the mirror to see what was going on. "Damn," was all he could say when he saw his reflection. The hair that had been growing over his ear this morning was now shoulder length. His face looked a bit thinner, his neck longer and shoulders smaller. He looked down and saw his whole body seemed to be shrinking farther. "At this rate, I'm going to look like a ten year old by the time the day is over!" he lamented. Having time before the meeting, Andrew found a ruler and tried to use it to measure his height. He put a mark on the wall and then measured. "Five foot seven?!" he blinked. "I've lost nearly six inches in height already?!" A knock on the door prevented Andrew from breaking down. "Your 1:30 is here." Susan said. "He's a bit early if you want me to make him wait." "No, no," Andrew answered. "Work will take my mind off things." Susan looked confused but said nothing. She sent Eric Banks in to see Andrew. "Hello, Andrew," Eric smiled, shaking hands. "I've been so happy with the work you're doing for me that I wanted to come down and congratulate you myself." "Thank you, Eric," Andrew forced a smile. Eric was one of his best clients and they had a great relationship. When Eric didn't say anything about the changes in his appearance, Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. As they were talking and discussing business, Eric noticed Andrew shifting uncomfortably. "Is everything okay?" he asked Andrew. Andrew scratched at chest and then his shoulders, ignoring the question. When he finally figured out it was a bra that had been bothering him, he quickly stopped fidgeting. "I'm sorry, Eric," Andrew blushed. "I need some time alone." "I understand, Andrew," nodded Eric. "We've all been there. I think we're done for the day, anyways. I'll set up our next appointment with Susan. Thanks again for everything." Andrew nodded and showed Eric to the door. As soon as it was shut, Andrew locked it and ran to the mirror. "A BRA?" he thought. He unbuttoned the top few buttons, which were now on the wrong side of the shirt, and looked to see two small, but very real breasts encased in a black bra. "Is this really happening?" He grabbed at the A-cup breasts through the bra and he knew they were real. In his hands, he could feel the small fleshy orbs suddenly grow a cup size. "What the hell?" He was on the verge of tears. The knock on the door shook Andrew from his stupor. He wiped the tears from his eyes, buttoned up his blouse and opened the door for Susan. "Are you sure everything is okay, Andy?" she asked him. "You seem different today." "I just don't feel like myself today," Andrew frowned. "Well, I can see why!" laughed Susan. "She can?" thought Andrew, growing concerned. "She's finally figured it out! I should have known I couldn't hide this bloody breasts..." "Ever since you came in this morning, you've been waiting for your good luck to bring you something." Susan laughed. "Don't worry - it'll come eventually. Who knows, maybe getting Jessica's phone number was the good luck... in any case, stop worrying about it. Just let it happen." "Oh, okay!" Andrew nodded numbly. "I'll try. Can you send in Mr. Franklin." "Sure thing, boss." Jeff Franklin was Andrew's superior in the company. He was greatly respected by all of his employees, Andrew included. As they shook hands, Andrew tries to remain calm. "Hello, Andy," Jeff greeted. "Hi, Jeff." Andrew replied. "I've got those numbers you asked for. They're right here on my computer." "Great!" Jeff smiled, taking a seat in front of the desk expectantly. Andrew moved around the desk and took a seat. As he sat, he felt something pop - had he just split his pants? Jeff didn't seem to notice, so Andrew did his best to ignore it for now and logged into his account on the PC. "I think you'll be surprised with how things turned out," Andrew explained as he opened the document to show Jeff. The two men talked shop for a good twenty minutes before Jeff excused himself. As soon as Jeff was out the door, Andrew was in front of the mirror. "What the was that sound?" he wondered to himself, looking at his rear to see if he could find a split seam. He ran his hand over his ass to see if there was a hole and then that's when he realized... "God dammit!" he swore. "My ass is huge! And these hips... sonofa...!" Andrew untucked his shirt and could see that his hips were much larger than his waist, which also seemed to have shrunk. Looking at his ass, he had a hard time thinking of it as anything but a girl's bum. "Fuuuuck!" he thought. "It's really happening... I'm not turning into a ten-year old! I'm turning into a girl!" "Hi boss," Susan said, opening the door without knocking. She took one look at Andy standing in front of the mirror and cried out in laughter. "Oh my gosh, Andy! What are you doing?" "I'm just..." Andrew sighed. "Just... I think I'm getting fat... don't you ever knock?" "You? Fat?! Haha! I'm sorry about not knocking but I had some good news," she replied. "I've heard from Mr. Franklin's secretary that you are being considered for a big promotion... I just had to tell you." "Seriously?" he asked, shocked. He tucked in his shirt as he considered things. "Maybe that's the good news I've been waiting for." "It's really surprising," nodded Susan. "The rumour I heard was that they were going to give the promotion to a woman. They haven't had a high-ranking woman in this company since Mrs. Edwards left." Andrew nodded. The rumour was obviously running rampant throughout the company and not just the managers. "Do you know which woman they were considering?" Andrew asked. "No, I have no idea," Susan shook her head. "There aren't any girls really qualified for the position here, and certainly none as qualified as you. I heard the board was reluctant to choose someone based solely on gender, but there is a lot of pressure for them not to put a man in that role." Before he could reply, Andrew felt something slithering up his left leg. He froze, afraid of what might be wrapping itself around his limb before realizing his right leg was also being attacked. He knew there weren't going to be any snakes on the 25th floor but he had no idea what else it could be... As quickly as the sensation started, it stopped and Andrew breathed again. "Thank you, Susan," Andrew finally replied. "If you hear anything further, let me know." "Ok, boss." Susan nodded. "I'll call you when your 4:00 appointment arrives." "Who is it?" Andrew asked, wondering if there was any way he could cancel. "I'm not sure - she's a new customer." shrugged Susan. "A Miss Emily Duncan." Not wanting to mistreat the new customer, Andrew decided to take the meeting. He asked Susan not to be disturbed until Emily arrived and she nodded and left. Quickly, Andrew undid his pants and checked his legs. He assumed the sensation he'd felt were them changing into shaved girl's legs and he was half-right. What he didn't think of was the black pantyhose that he found himself wearing instead of socks. He took his pants off and unbuttoned his blouse and he could see his whole body looked like a girl's body. As he examined his figure, he had to admit that it was certainly taking on an attractive shape. His dick was still there though, uncomfortably trapped in a pair of black panties that matched the bra. "Why is this happening?!" he wondered. And then it hit him. "... rumour was they were going to give the promotion to a woman..." Susan's voice echoed in his head. "... no one as qualified as you... reluctant to choose someone based solely on gender..." "Could it be?" he blinked. "Is this my company's doing?" Andrew stood in front of the mirror, half-naked, rubbing his chin as he thought. He was so deep in thought that he never noticed that his eye- level went up three inches. It wasn't until he took a step towards his desk and tripped that he realized he was now in high heels. "Craptastic!" he growled. Looking at the shoes now strapped to his small feet, he nearly cried. "How the hell am I supposed to walk in these things?" Andrew picked himself up and took a cautious step. He nearly twisted his ankle but caught himself in time. He took another step, this time with less of a problem. Within a minute, he was walking around the room like he'd been wearing heels his whole life. "Yikes!" he thought. "As if turning into a girl isn't bad enough, I'm actually starting to walk like one too." Catching a glimpse of the girl he was becoming in the mirror, Andrew was shocked. There was a beautiful brunette in heels, pantyhose and an undone blouse strutting around his office. He watched the mirror as he walked, amazed that the girl in the mirror copied him. After some time, Andrew realized he should put his pants on before Susan barged in on him again and saw him checking himself out in the mirror. He looked for his pants and sighed when he found them. The short skirt he found on the floor matched the jacket that was hanging and would definitely look good on the girl in the mirror... unfortunately, thought Andrew, that girl is me. He pulled the skirt up his long legs and fastened it around the waist. He wondered if he could live as a girl for the rest of his life? He was definitely turning into a very beautiful one. But he never asked for this, and he was never given any choice. "I should go give the board a piece of my mind." thought Andrew. "How dare they do this to me? What gives them the right to turn a man into a woman! Those assholes!" He sighed. He couldn't say for sure that it was the board that did this, and really how could they have? Something like this just can't be done, he thought. Bzzt! The phone rang. Emily Duncan must have arrived, thought Andrew. He picked up the phone and asked Susan to give him a minute before showing her in. Andrew quickly did his best to compose himself. He stood in front of the mirror and straightened his blouse and played with his long wavy hair. He tried to make the girl in the mirror look like he thought a girl like her should. He moved gracefully and sat behind his desk just moments before Susan opened the door. He instinctively crossed his legs, not noticing that his dick wasn't crushed in the movement. Had he noticed, he'd have cringed in realizing that his lifelong friend was no longer there. "Miss Emily Duncan," Susan announced. "This is Andrea Peters." Andrew did a double-take at hearing his new name. He quickly recovered, standing up to greet the new customer. "Hi, please call me... er... Andrea." said Andrew, surprised to hear his new voice. He was shocked to see the blue-haired girl from the coffee shop coming through the door. "I'm Emily Duncan," she smiled back at Andrew. "I think we have a lot to talk about." "I think we do," nodded Andrew. "Susan, please make sure we aren't disturbed." "Yes, ma'am!" Susan nodded, closing the door. Andrew offered Emily a seat and then sat down again behind the desk. He looked Emily up and down wondering why she was here. "I know what's happened to you, Andrew," she finally blurted out. "You do?" Andrew's eyes went wide. "Did you do this to me?" "I... well, not exactly..." Emily paused. "What does that mean? Did you do this or not?" Andrew demanded an answer. "No, I mean, yes my magic did it but not because it was something I wanted to do." she answered. "I don't follow you," Andrew was trying hard to figure out this blue- haired girl. "It was just part of my job." she shrugged. "I was hired anonymously to take care of a problem. This company wanted to hire a woman and I was supposed to find one that would fit the position. You were and are the best candidate for the job." "So you made me a woman?" Andrew was ready to ring her neck. "Again, it wasn't my choice," she sighed. "You mortals never understand. I was given a problem, I found the only solution." "Couldn't you just say no?" Tears welled up in Andrew's eyes. "No, never," she shook her head. "I gave my word that the contract would be fulfilled and I never go back on my word. I should have more thoroughly looked into what I was agreeing to, but that was my mistake." "You admit you made a mistake and yet you went through with it?" Andrew was getting angry again. "Why the hell would you do it if you knew it was wrong?" "I told you already," she answered. "I never go back on my word. I've given the company owners what they wanted and was paid handsomely for it." "You did this to me for money?" Andrew frowned. Somehow he hoped there was a greater purpose to all this. "A witch has to eat too," she laughed. "So now what?" Andrew asked. "Did you come to gloat? To look over your handiwork?" "No, no," she shook her head. "I came to tell you the truth about happened to you. I tried to warn you at the coffee shop but you ignored me when I approached you. I tried to set up an earlier appointment but your secretary said you were booked all day." "The truth?" Andrew sighed. "I appreciate you telling me but I hate you for doing it. How am I supposed to face my family and friends again? My entire life has been turned on its head. I don't even know who I am anymore... Andrea Peters. I've never heard of her." "You are her!" laughed Emily. "You always have been. Don't you see - the board is selecting you because you've always been Andrea Peters. Susan didn't notice the change because she's always seen you this way. Your friends and family similarly won't notice anything different about you." "You mean they all know me as Andrea?" Andrew blinked. "Of course!" Emily nodded. "And when you go home tonight, you'll find your apartment is different. Check your closet, it'll be full of dresses and skirts that fit you. There's bras and panties in your underwear drawer. You've got a makeup table you use every morning to put your face on..." "Aaaahhh..." Andrew's eyes widened as he realized the scope of the change. "Exactly." nodded Emily. "So don't worry about your life - it's already adjusted to you. Now you just need to adjust to it." "Can't you change me back?" Andrew asked. "No," Emily shook her head. "That would invalidate the previous contract and I never go back on my word." Andrew sighed. It looked like he was stuck as Andrea. "It's not really that bad," smiled Emily. "Being a girl, I mean. I've lived large portions of my life as both male and female and I've always preferred female. I'm sure you'll learn to love it too." "I doubt that..." "The fashion is funner!" "I hate wearing skirts and heels." "The hairstyles are sexier." "I preferred my short hair." "The sex is amazing." "I don't want to even think about sex..." "Give it time," laughed Emily. "There's many things that are different, but there's still a lot that hasn't changed." "Fuck you," Andrew finally said. He'd been trying to build up the courage to tell off the girl responsible for transforming him but he'd been worried she might change him into something even worse. "I deserve that. And don't worry, Andrea, I can't change you again even if I wanted to." she laughed. "And yes, I can read your mind." Andrew frowned. He was at this blue-haired woman's mercy and he knew it. He was stuck in this female life with no way out and there was nothing he could do about it... unless.... The silence in the room grew as Andrew's brain worked overtime trying to figure out if his plan would work. He might not be able to change back, but maybe he could make his new life easier to accept. He finally concluded his thoughts and looked up at the blue-haired witch watching him. "Emily?" he finally asked. "Yes, Andrea?" she smiled at Andrew. He wondered if she already knew what he was about to ask. "Now that your contract is complete, are you available for other work?" "Of course," she nodded, still smiling. "But I doubt you can afford me..." "I'm about to get a big promotion..." "True," Emily laughed. "I tell you what, I'll hear you out and if I agree, I'll perform your work after you get the promotion and can afford me." Andrew nodded agreement quickly and then detailed his plan to Emily. They worked out the finer points of the deal within an hour. "It's a pleasure doing business with you," smiled Emily, shaking Andrew's hand. "I hope you know what you're doing, Andrea." -- It was six weeks later that the promotion finally came. During that time, Andrea adjusted to her new life and actually started to enjoy it. When the call finally came to her office to come up to meet the company board members, Andrea was actually nervous. "You'll do fine, boss," Susan smiled. "You're the best person in this company for the job. I'm so glad they aren't just hiring you because of your gender." "I hope you're right," Andrea smiled back. She checked her makeup quickly before heading to the elevator. Riding up to the 35th floor for the first time was a rush she hoped she'd get to do more often. "Hello, Ms. Peters," the secretary greeted as the elevator doors opened. "Right this way." Andrea followed the pretty girl in the short skirt, admiring her shoes more than her curves. Those blue pumps would go perfectly with the cocktail dress I picked up last weekend, Andrea thought to herself. The seven board members were all gathered around a big meeting room table as Andrea entered. They all smiled at her and greeted her warmly. "Andrea," said Ian, the head of the board, proudly. "We're sorry it took so long for us to call you up here. This promotion was the worst kept secret in the company, I think. There was really only one person suitable for the job." Andrea laughed, thinking back to when there was no one suitable. It seemed like so long ago. "Your history with the company speaks for itself, and Jeff has nothing but good things to say when I ask about you. So without further ado, I want to congratulate you on becoming our newest senior manager. We'll get you a new office within the week and then you'll be reporting directly to us," Ian offered his hand. Andrea took it and shook it. "Thank you so much," she could feel tears of joy coming. "Thank you all so much." Every one of the men in the room took the opportunity to shake Andrea's hand, congratulating her. She smiled, shook hands and made small talk as she basked in the event. She'd finally done it - she was senior manager! Andrea was on cloud nine, even as she descended in the elevator. Susan smiled coyly at her as she entered her office, not saying a word. Andrea just went inside without saying anything too. After five minutes of waiting, Andrea finally called Susan into her office. "Well?" asked Andrea. "Aren't you going to ask how it went?" "How what went?" blinked Susan. "The meeting with the board. About my promotion?" laughed Andrea. Susan's sense of humour sure was whacky sometimes, she thought. "Your promotion?" laughed Susan. "I know you went up to appeal the ridiculous restriction on gender, but we both knew how it would turn out." Andrea blinked. "Restriction on gender?" "Of course you're the most qualified person for the position, but they're looking for a male candidate." sighed Susan. "With seven women on the board, they think it would be unwise to put another woman into such a senior position. I think it's a foolish policy - just because our company is lucky to have so many talented women, they want to hold you back because you're another one." And then she remembered her deal with Emily. The board wanted more women in senior positions and Emily was more than happy to oblige them. Susan shrugged. "I guess you can get a lawyer but it'd be pretty damn hard to prove that a company with seven women leading it is discriminating against women..." Andrea laughed, and couldn't stop laughing. Susan thought her boss had finally lost it. "I don't get it... did I say something funny?" Susan asked. "Oh, Susan. If you only knew..." Andrea sat down, her laughter finally abating. "By the way, please send a bouquet of flowers to Emily Duncan as thanks for the work she did for me." "Emily who?" blinked Susan. "Eh?" Andrea read the confusion on Susan's face. "Nevermind." Andrea never saw Emily again, nor did she ever get the promotion she wanted. She did, however, realize how right she was the day her life changed - something special did happen to her on that day and it was even better than winning the lottery.