The uniform roar of the turbines lulled the passengers of Boeing, returning to Moscow from India. I sat in the headphones, listened to music and looked at the ring with a beautiful yellow stone. I would like to believe that he is truly magical, as promised by the skinny old man from whom I bought this rarity. My grandfather was emaciated by hunger and was selling things near our hotel. He sold me a vintage ring reluctantly, but I threw a good one on top and he gave up. Anything is better than a souvenir magnet on the fridge. He said that it was supposedly magical and lashed something else out there. He would throw away a metal frame with a stone and showed with his fingers that it was necessary to put hair there and put it on his index finger. And there will be magic. Brad, of course, but the ring was beautiful.

A week later, standing in the subway on my way home, I remembered the ring again. Looking at the blond hair on the back of the girl who was standing in front of me, I mentally laughed unnoticed and took it off and put it in my pocket. “Let's make a voodoo doll,” I grinned. Sitting late at night in front of the telly, I reluctantly got up and went to get it out of my coat pocket and took the ring, threw back the rim as shown by the old man and carefully put it under the stone. “Brother, you're going crazy,” I said to myself. As expected, nothing happened. The old man showed that you need to wear a ring on the index finger. But wearing it did not happen.

- Kilalovo again! Old man, return grandmother! - I shouted cheerfully and opened the second can of beer.

Index finger started to tingle. I raised my hand, the stone turned bright yellow. “What the hell is this?” - all I had to think was how a bright flash and a blow to the head turned me off for a while ...

Waking up from the alarm bell, I woke up and picked up the phone and pressed "hang up". Melody that got off, I thought, lying in bed and put my hand under the covers to correct the penis. Chill ran down the spine. Member was not! I threw back the blanket and pulled out the panties, for some reason women. In them, too, everything was feminine, as were the hands that delayed them. I jumped to my feet, barely able to resist, the center of gravity of the body seemed to have shifted and swayed strongly. I went to the mirror, a young, fair-haired girl looked at me, I clutched at my head, and so did she. For the first time in my life, I fainted ...

Sitting on the floor and looking around the room, I tried to collect thoughts in a heap. Either this is a dream, or I'm losing my mind. Pinching myself and feeling the pain, I realized that neither one nor the other. Could some ring have made such a thing? It was in place on the index finger of the right hand, slightly changed in size, tightly clasping the finger. Where am I, and who am I?

- Vikus you all right? - asked a female voice outside the door.

- Yes, Mom, everything is fine - I automatically answered, in a strange, girlish voice.

Mom !? What else mom, what's going on here? I got up and looked in the mirror again. A young girl of about twenty, fair-haired, tall and slender, beautiful face with swollen lips, gray eyes, small breasts, narrow hips. Turning around, as though they might be spying on me, I pulled up my shirt and showed myself tits. Small maiden breasts with small pink nipples.

- Fuck! - I said out loud.

Pulling back the panties, I looked down. Mop of blond hair, not at all erotic. My bladder pressed on the valve, and I left the room in search of a toilet. Whose apartment is this? Who is this girl? In the toilet I looked at the panties, then at the toilet. "Fuck" mentally swore and sneaking panties sat down to do business. When I finished and went into the kitchen, I saw an aunt clapping at the stove and a boy sitting at the table.

- Good morning sunshine - said the aunt and turning around added - Vikus is not decent so before my brother to go.

But the boy did not think so and looked at me with open eyes. In the room, I fumbled for the shorts and pulled them into the hands of the phone. Thanks to the technologies of the twenty-first century, you don’t need to guess the password, it’s enough to put your finger and all the messages and social networks of the girls are open.She is studying at the university, there are a couple of best friends, no boyfriend. Here is a little ring! I wonder how to go back and where is my body? Returning to the kitchen and having breakfast, under the insolent glance of "my brother", I decided to clarify this issue. A man came in, smacked me on the cheek with the words "Good morning, daughter," hugging his waist.

- Do not be late for study? - asked the guy when the man came out of the kitchen.

- What kind of study? - I asked.

- Well, what kind of study do you go to? - he answered.

I have to drink, I thought, but instead I said:

- Something does not make me well today, I will go to bed - and went back to the room.

I lay in bed and wondered what to do now and how to get back. And what if I'm here, and this girlfriend in my body? Knocked on the door and entered the mother.

- Vikus, Slavik said you're sick? - Anxiously asked aunt.

“Yes, something hurts my throat and some kind of weakness,” I said in a feigned voice.

“Well, rest,” she said, tried my forehead with her lips and left.

Half an hour later, the apartment became quiet, everyone left, the parents went to work, the boy went to school. I got dressed, the choice of clothes was big, so I had to break my head, but in the end jeans and a T-shirt saved my brain from an explosion. Reaching the subway, I drove to my home, to a real home. I knew the code from the entrance so it was not difficult to enter. I kept the spare key behind the electrical panel, as I lost it drunk a couple of times and had to call rescuers. I went home, everything was the same as yesterday. I'm lying on the bed. Or rather my body. I slowly walked over and looked into my face. Asleep The ring was dressed on the finger, and the stone pulsed and glowed. Moving away from the shock, taking cigarettes, I went out to the balcony. While I was smoking and thinking what to do about it on the next balcony, Vitka’s neighbor appeared.

- Zdraaasti - he stretched out with a satisfied physiognomy.

- Zdarova - I grunted.

- Where's Serega, beautiful? - He asked, laughing and obviously appreciating me.

- Fuck you - I said evil, threw out a cigarette and went back to the apartment.

I sat in the kitchen and began to think. Just in case pinched himself. It hurts, it means everything is real. I don’t go to work today, oh, no matter how I’m fired. In my phone was a dozen missed calls from work. This is some kind of joke, well, it does not happen that way. The t-shirt stuck out again, the girl's boobs were in place. Logically, I put the ring on and jumped into this body, so if you take it off, then everything will come back. I was reaching for a finger, but stopped, if everything works out, then in my kitchen there will be a fucking girl who will raise a howl.

- Well, grandfather, well, you gave me a ring - I grinned.

I got started bottle of brandy.

- Ten in the morning is not too early? - I asked myself.

- Circumstances, brother, circumstances - I reassured myself and immediately recovered - Or rather my sister.

Poured a glass, but then he stopped. Who knows, how it will react to alcohol, you will stay on forever as a vegetable. I took my phone, went to the body lying on the bed and took a few pictures so that there were two faces in the frame. And then quickly ran out into the street, get some fresh air. We must go back home to this girl and try to remove the little ring there. After scurrying into the room, I lay down in bed, raised my hand and pulled the ring. Again push and bright flash. Opening one eye, I looked where I was. And then he jumped up, I was at home. I am again. Grabbing his smelting with pleasure, he felt a member in his hand. This is a dream, it was so real. But looking at the right hand he saw the ring and took the phone opened the "Gallery". Your mother! A pretty face looked at me, and in the background I was asleep. Going to the kitchen, I saw a standing bottle of brandy and a poured glass. I took off the Indian ring, put it on the table and waved the brandy. Over the back cut goosebumps.

***

Having received a scolding for the day I missed at work and after working for a week, on Friday evening I again picked up the ring. It was difficult to decide to put it on again. Now I knew what would happen, curiosity and fear were fighting among themselves. To go with impunity ...