Posted Mon Sep 7, 2015 | 438 Words | Tagged story asian ignore the background on the photo

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I love shopping at the local Asian supermarket. It has loads of interesting products from every flavour imaginable of soya milk (even pea flavoured soya milk) to frozen rolls of pastry with bizarre cartoons on the front.

Bringing my items to the till, and swiping my loyalty card the cashier spoke in their broken English,

“You have won prize for shopping here!!”

Quickly they got whatever this prize was and put it in my bag. It was a fairly large square box which was wrapped in typical wrapping paper. I guessed I would find out what this was when I got home.

When I got home and unwrapped it I found it to be a rice cooker. What a strange gift, but with it being an Asian place it’s probably a good product. The brand of the product really stuck out, ‘Best-Korean’ and strange things like ‘Better cooking rice better for you’ made me just think this was a strange thing they found on eBay or AlliExpress.

I followed the instructions as best as I could, however most of them were just undecipherable. I put enough rice in for just myself and started steaming a filet of cod to go with it.

It looked really good and so I dug in straight away even though it was incredibly hot. I dug in with my fork and the rice tasted better than I had ever had before, even better from any restaurant I’d ever had it before.

My phone binged so I stopped eating to reply as it could have been important. Sadly it wasn’t, so I picked up my chopsticks and pulled my bowl up close and finished off the rest of my rice and then my fish.

I felt a bit confused as to where the chopsticks had come from and how I was able to even use them. I’m sure I wasn’t able to, but I could now. I looked down at my body and the extruding gut I had wasn’t there anymore, running a hand over I felt actual muscle definition. But that wasn’t me was it before?

My name was … Jo… Joe? No that’s not right, it’s definitely Jeon. I got up and studied myself in the mirror. It was like seeing this body for the first time, but I had memories of seeing it all of my life. I decided to lie down and see if my brain could figure things out by itself.

I awoke knowing I was Jeon the Korean who flew here to be an underwear model and I was getting paid quite well for it.