奇迹英里

作者：珍妮弗·白特

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在一个凉爽的秋日，我在格兰特公园散步。我想减肥，每天走一小时。今天是周六，我打算比平时多待一会儿。但天色渐暗，我转身往家走。

转身时，我看到地上有东西闪光。我弯腰捡起，是一条漂亮的金手镯，在渐红的夕阳下散发火彩。我几乎没多想，把它塞进口袋，继续走。我对路过的女孩微笑，但她们像往常一样无视我。如果我有女友，可以把手镯送她。也许我很快会走运，找到一个。

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到家后，我脱下防风外套，惊讶地发现手镯在我左手腕上。它一定是在口袋里滑到手上的，可能是为了保暖。芝加哥太阳一落山，风吹得很快变冷。

我想取下来，但卡住了，过不了手腕。可能是走路让手肿了，或者冷得手镯收缩了。明天洗个热水澡再取吧。

我照常完成夜间例行事务，看完《周六夜现场》后上床睡觉。

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周日早上8:30醒来。周末我通常睡到比工作日的6:30晚些。我倒了一碗麦片，去前廊拿《芝加哥论坛报》周日版。我左手拿咖啡杯，右手拿报纸，读头条。

回到公寓小厨房，我边吃边看报。喝完碗底的牛奶，去水槽放碗时，我注意到了。左手不对劲！

过了片刻，我意识到问题出在毛发。左手上的毛全没了！其实不是全没，有几根极细的毛，近看才见。我发誓手指比右手小了些。

一定是手镯引起的过敏。我试着取下来，但怎么都不行！我洗了热水澡，希望热量让软金膨胀，没用。我用力拉，没用。我用起酥油当润滑剂，只弄得一身脏。我不想这样做，但拿出了钳子。结果没用，惊奇的是，钳子没在金光闪闪的手镯表面留下一点痕迹。

我拿出金属切割锯，前几天刚用它切断墙上的钢螺丝。但小心翼翼在手镯上（避免伤皮肤！）来回拉锯，锯刃没切出槽。我很沮丧！

我用工作台的台钳固定手镯，再试锯。锯刃断了！崩了！怎么回事？这锯能切钢，却切不了金？我正想下一步，记起不快走就迟到了。我得在熊队比赛前见朋友。

我穿上长袖球衣，盖住左手的女性化手镯，出了门，前往酒吧见朋友。

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周一早上，我宿醉醒来。什么时候才能学会别在赛后跟他们拼啤酒？我呻吟着，眼睛迷雾，走进浴室。

热水流遍全身，舒缓身心。我洗头，涂肥皂，冲净，擦干，穿衣。系领带时，我注意到了。手！

昨天手就怪怪的。今天完全变了！明显比右手小，纤细优雅的手指取代了我粗短的手指。更糟的是：指甲长而椭圆，平滑匀称，像专业修剪过。我倒吸一口凉气。是浅粉色指甲油？不可能！

我跑进浴室，用棉球蘸酒精擦。真是指甲油！在我手上！我脱下领带和蓝条纹衬衫，免得酒精或指甲油弄脏。我尽力擦掉指甲油，拿出指甲刀修短。

这时，我注意到前臂：从肘到腕，毛发全没了，只剩几根细毛。不！跟昨天的手一样！

我晕眩。过了一夜，手变成了女人的手。现在左前臂有同样症状。会连夜变吗？我仔细看，已经比右前臂小了。不！太可怕了！

我得赶快穿好衣服上班。我穿长袖衬衫和夹克，遮住手臂。在地铁上戴手套，没人看到手。到了办公室，我关上门。开会时，左手放桌下，别人看不见。

我混过一天没被发现。回家后，我拼命想取手镯。一切从戴上它开始。我得取下来！但什么都不行。我想用喷灯，但会烧伤手，不行。但我绝望到考虑这极端办法。

沮丧中，我恐惧地上床。明天手臂会怎样？

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周二早上，恐惧成真。我起床脱下睡衣，照镜子看手臂。右臂强壮有力，男人手臂。但左臂！手柔软纤细，皮肤光滑，指甲长，涂着浅粉色。过了一夜又变回去！左前臂纤细，比右臂小很多。从肘部到手像女人的。我看上臂，已经在变。皮肤比右臂粗糙，但没那么粗，也小了，连左肩也是。

怎么回事？怎么停下？我有早会，得上班。只能稍后再担心。我穿好衣服，用同样方法隐藏畸形。别人看到我女气的手臂会说什么？

下班后，我试了十几种方法取手镯，没用。我打电话找珠宝锯（那种切戒指的小旋转锯），想弄掉这鬼东西。但不好找。终于在北郊找到一家，但晚上8点关门。得再等一天。

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周三更糟。整条手臂现在像女孩的！肩膀也是！比右肩小太多！我用毛巾垫在衬衫下，掩盖左肩和手臂的纤小。

镜子里看还行，我顺利上班没被发现。我又关门，尽力不让人看到。工作像是永无止境！

下班后，我乘红线地铁北上到霍华德站，转斯柯基快线到北郊斯柯基，再换公交到店里。我买了锯，避开他们问我为何要买。

回到公寓，我松口气。我拆盒，读说明，开始操作。

小圆锯片高速旋转，发出尖锐啸声。我慢慢靠近，直到接触金属。声音像地铁急刹时的金属尖叫。我感到小金属屑打在手腕上。我更用力推，然后拉回锯看进展。

什么都没有！

没一点凹痕！我看锯，细齿全磨平！只剩金属圆片！这手镯什么材料？我盯着它，金光在灯光下闪烁。真漂亮。我怎能想毁它？它看着真讨喜，光线从不同角度欢快反射。

我盯着看了好久，然后上床。

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醒来是周四早上。我跑向镜子看夜里变化。是右肩。现在跟左肩一样小，延伸出男人手臂很怪。肩到肘的皮肤在变，会变得像另一边。

我穿好衣服上班，祈祷这停下。但我知道不会。

周五，下臂和手也变了。更糟了。不仅变化继续，还加速了！我不知怎么办。我决定请假，去南区找那些自称算命的店铺。

我一家家跑，全是骗子。每家的“命运”都不一样，没一个看出我怎么了。我试了二十家，每次花钱一无所获。

沮丧回家。上床前，我检查身体看下一步。大腿上部。皮肤已经变了。

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现在是周六，捡到手镯一周。早上镜子确认了新大腿。像女人的，健美但不粗大，纤细……优雅。

我低头，下腿是下一个。周日早上，它们完全变了，连脚也是！小巧玲珑！我穿不了自己的鞋，除非套几双袜子。即便如此，太松。我去附近店买新运动鞋，选了服务差的店，试了几双。男鞋都不合脚，我买了双女鞋。有粉边，但我不在乎。我只想买了走人！不想试童鞋，那边防盗盯得紧，引人注意。我跑去结账。

我裸身照镜子几小时，难以置信。从臀部以下，是女人的腿。穿丝袜会很性感。我想象裙子裹着它们。

不！停下！我不会穿女装！现在需要女鞋，只是因为尺寸。但仅此而已！不再进一步。

我看自己，猜下一步。腹部毛发比平时少，告诉我接下来是什么。

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周一早上，我照镜子后请病假。腹部一夜变了，不仅皮肤光滑，还小很多！小腿、小腹，中间是正常身体，看起来有曲线！女性曲线！不！我不能出门。不管穿什么，都像女孩。我太沮丧，连修长指甲的例行工作都没做。随它们去。它们确实漂亮，尤其跟手镯一起看。

我欣赏手镯的完美形态、颜色、形状。我轻抚它，盯着看几小时。

醒来，我睡了几小时。饿了，我起身去厨房。一站起来，就感觉不对。是平衡。我尽快到镜子前，盯着自己。天哪！

睡着时，臀部和屁股完全变了。我两腿间还有男性器官，但臀部现在是女人的宽平形状。我有个超级可爱的小屁股！穿裙子会很棒。我好想马上去买一条！

不！绝不！我穿上运动裤，去厨房。没好吃的，我想出去买食物。但刚想穿裙子的冲动吓到我。我不信自己能出门。

我很沮丧，因为一天变了两次。不是每天变，是睡着变。我发誓永不睡觉！

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这不是好主意。周一晚我熬到很晚，但最终睡着了。早上10点醒来，盯着镜子的新脸。这不是我！是个女孩！我现在出门，街上的人都会以为我是女孩，因为这新脸！

我盯着看。这不可能是我！不！我不是女孩！这没发生！哦，还有头发？头上现在是厚实的金色长发。垂到肩下，触到我时让我颤抖。好软、好丰满、好漂亮。

不！别这么想！我恨它！恨它！

我哭了，累得哭着睡着。

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醒来是下午。我起身喝水，一动就感觉到了。胸部弹动。天哪！我有胸部了。

我跑向镜子，每步都感觉胸部弹动。一对大胸突出在前，领路。乳头好大！周围的圈也是！胸部本身……好大。从我约会的女孩看，我猜是36D，或更大！

我双手捧住，难以置信。两腿间一阵悸动。我低头，震惊了。能看到变化。起初慢，然后加速。我的男性器官往里缩！不！停下！

我伸手摸，但它没了。取而代之是个带温湿裂缝的小丘。我的手指探入裂缝，意外触到敏感的阴蒂，我呻吟。

我到卧室，仰躺探索。很快找到“特别之处”，用不同方式触碰，直到高潮连连。我忍不住呻吟和尖叫。

我想整天继续，但太敏感，轻触都觉得痒得想笑。我小心抽出手指，超敏感的器官被手指擦过，我尖叫。

我去洗澡清理。擦干后，去穿衣服。看所有衣服，没一件能穿。我抓了套像样的运动装，前往密歇根大道。奇迹英里。

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“先买胸罩，”我想。不能让这对胸部这样晃。我需要支撑。我从诺德斯特龙开始，找到内衣区，购物。现在胸罩种类好多！我让一个年轻女店员量尺寸，确保正确。

“现在的胸罩感觉不对，”我撒谎，“我想重新量。好像大了点。”后半句基本是真。

我猜得差不多，我是38D，不是36。我真了解胸部！我挑了几件胸罩，还买了两套内裤和一件丝质睡裙。我逛了其他部门，找到打折品。买了条4折黑裙和可爱蕾丝上衣，还买了双黑坡跟鞋，正式场合能穿，休闲也行。

我回到街上，去耐克店。我还没买够胸罩。找到两件好运动胸罩和一件跑步上衣。还买了套超可爱网球装，内置胸罩！我不知道现在有这种东西。

我又买了双好跑鞋，带着第一批战利品回家。我穿上一件胸罩，扣上搭扣，肩带贴背，感觉……太对了。我照镜子欣赏。

我穿上裙子（我猜对了，屁股穿裙子真可爱！）和上衣。脚上穿坡跟鞋，准备第二轮。我出门，看到橱窗里的鞋，惊呆了。必须买！

我买了四双鞋，三双不同高度的跟，一双白色凉鞋。还找到个可爱小包，挎在肩上。我提着袋子去Gap，买了喇叭牛仔裤、几件上衣、背心和一条裙。

东西太多，得回去卸货。我又跑了三趟，才满意我的衣服、化妆品和配饰收藏。我把旧男装扔出衣橱，装进垃圾袋捐给穷人。

我用新买的酷女装替换。不知道离Visa额度多近了。或许该换Discover卡。还有好多要买！衣橱几乎没东西，还没找到上班穿的。我需要正装裙套装！需要礼服！什么都需要。

我叹气。公寓太丑了。我去了Crate and Barrel、几家艺术店和花店，才稍感满意。这还是个“男人”地方，让我不舒服。

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第二天，我涂口红，欣赏刚刮毛的腿在丝袜里的光泽，腿优雅伸入黑裙深处。细腰让我有经典“沙漏”身形。大胸好甜美！我挑了件露点乳沟的上衣。有就得秀！

我欣赏自己，门被敲响。我去开门。

“呃，小姐。我找蒂姆。这是他家吧？”

“嗨，西蒙，”我用柔甜高音说。

“呃，我不记得见过你……”

“托妮，”我说。

“抱歉，托妮。我肯定会记得你。”

“进来吧？”我说。他不用多鼓励。我领他到沙发。

“你是蒂姆的女友？”他盯着我说。

“这套衣服好看吗？”我问，“还是这条裙子更好？”我拿出短得多的裙子。他点头，我当着他面换。

“好点？”我问。

“好！”他脱口而出。

我走过去，把长腿跨在他腿上，跨坐在他身上。我感觉他硬了。

“你想要我吗？”我问。我已经湿了。

西蒙离开时，带着我的香水味，我好开心。他是棒极的爱人，我知道他明天会回来。我让他来的。

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那晚，我出去喝酒。我沿着密歇根大道走，穿着西蒙喜欢的短裙装。我感觉性感火辣。谁知道呢，酒吧里我可能走运。

走着，胳膊痒。我用涂深红的长指甲挠，发现手镯没了！

我转身，看到一个年轻人朝我走来。

“小姐，小姐！你上个街区掉了这个，”他说。

我看他，手镯在他手腕上。

“呃，好像卡住了。我没想戴，它自己滑上去的。帮我取下来！”他说，突然为自己戴女式手镯惊慌。

“别担心，你留着吧。我用完了，”我说。我大步走进夜色，感觉他在盯着我屁股。我好奇几天后他开始穿裙子时，会不会像我一样美妙。我微笑。

我说我用完了手镯，但其实是它用完了我。旧的我没任何可变的了。我现在各方面都是女人。我停下来看珠宝店橱窗。希望蒂姆求婚时买个大戒指。我已迷住他，很快会让他求婚。

我叹气。我期待做妈妈。我们会一直试，直到我怀孕。希望是个女孩。像我一样。

Miracle Mile

by Jennifer White

I was walking through Grant Park on a crisp cool autumn day. I was trying to loose some weight, and I took an hour long walk every day. Today was Saturday, so I was going to stay out for a little while longer than normal. But the daylight was dying, and I turned to head towards home.

As I pivoted, I saw something shiny lying on the ground. I reached down and picked it up. It was a pretty gold bracelet, with a fiery color from the reddening light. Almost without thinking, I slipped it into my pocket and continued on with my walk. I smiled at all of the girls, but they ignored me as usual. If I had a girlfriend, I could give her the bracelet. Perhaps I'd get lucky and find someone soon.

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When I got home, I took off my wind breaker. I was surprised to see that the bracelet was on my left wrist. It must have slipped over my hand when I held it in the pocket to keep warn. Once the sun went down, it got chilly in a hurry in Chicago, with all the wind.

I went to pull it off, but it was stuck. I couldn't get it over my wrist. Oh well, I might be swollen from all the walking. Or it might be somewhat contracted because of the cold. I'd take a warm bath in the morning, and get it off then.

I went about my normal nightly routine, and went to bed after watching SNL.

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On Sunday morning, I awoke at 8:30am. I normally slept in a bit on the weekends, instead of getting up at 6:30 like I did on work days. I poured my bowl of cereal, and went to the front porch to pick up my copy of the Sunday Chicago Tribune. I was holding my coffee cup in my left hand, and the paper in the right hand, reading the headlines.

I went back to the kitchenette in my apartment, and read the paper while I ate. I drank up the milk at the bottom of the bowl, and went to put it into the sink. That's when I noticed. Something was wrong with my left hand!

It just didn't look right. After a few moments, I realized what the problem was. The hair. All of the hair on my left hand was gone. Well actually not gone. There *were* a few very fine ones there, but they were not visible unless you looked very closely. And I could have sworn that the fingers were somewhat smaller than my right hand.

It must be some allergic reaction to the bracelet. I went about trying to take it off. But nothing would work! I took my hot bath, hoping the heat would expand the soft gold. But no luck. I tried pulling it off, but no luck. I used some Crisco shortening to act like grease, but all that did was get me all messy. I hated to do it, but I used pliers next. But that didn't work, and to my amazement, they didn't at all mar the flawless surface of the gold.

Next, I got out my hacksaw, which was designed to cut metal. I had cut off a steel screw from the wall the other day in fact. But when I pulled the blade carefully back and forth across the surface of the bracelet (so as to not catch my skin!), it didn't catch to start a groove. I felt frustrated!

I used the vice on the workbench to hold the bracelet still, and tried the hacksaw again. The blade broke! It snapped! What was going on? I could cut steel with the saw, but not gold? I was thinking about what to do next, when I remembered that I was going to be late if I didn't hurry out the door now. I was meeting friends before the Bears game.

I got dressed, and wore a long-sleeved jersey, so that the pretty feminine bracelet on my left hand wouldn't show. I walked out the door, and headed to the bar to meet my friends.

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On Monday morning, I awoke with a hangover. When was I going to learn not to start trying to keep up with them when they slammed beers after the game? I groaned and headed into the shower, my eyes bleary.

I let the hot water run all over me, and it felt soothing. I washed my hair, then soaped up. After rinsing off, I dried myself, then got dressed. It was when I was tying up my tie that I noticed. My hand!

Yesterday, my hand had looked strange. Today, it was transformed! It was definitely smaller than my right hand now, with thin elegant fingers instead of my large stubby fingers. But that wasn't the worst: my fingernails were long and oval, smooth an even, as if professionally manicured. I gasped. Was that pale pink nail polish on them? Impossible!

I ran to the bathroom, and took some rubbing alcohol to a cotton ball. It *was* nail polish! On me! I took off my tie, then my blue striped shirt, so I wouldn't get any of the alcohol (or the nail polish I was removing) on it. I cleaned off my nails as best I could, then got the clippers out to trim them down.

While I was doing this, I noticed my forearm: from the elbow to the wrist, I had no hairs left, except a few fine tiny thin ones. No! Just like my hand yesterday!

I reeled. Somehow, overnight, my hand had changed to look like the hand of a woman. And now my left forearm was showing the same symptoms. Would it change overnight too? I looked at it careful, and it seemed smaller than my right forearm already. No! This was terrible!

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