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In the heart of Wellington, New Zealand, 12-year-old Craig, originally from a quaint town in America, found himself wandering curiously in the lavish office of Jacinda Ardern, the Prime Minister of New Zealand. He missed his old life back home and was growing weary of the health restrictions in his new home. The COVID-19 pandemic was compelling, but he abhorred the strict mask mandates imposed by the government. "This really sucks. I can't believe mom and dad moved us to this depressing country," he murmured resentfully. Craig, an exuberant and social creature by nature, missed seeing the grinning faces of his friends at school. He longed to play carefree in the park with his little brother, their faces unfettered by masks. In a fit of frustration, he wished that he could be back home or magically become a better Prime Minister than Miss Ardern herself. Suddenly, a strange sensation coursed through his body. His vision blurred. He swayed, toppled over, and everything went dark. When he blinked his eyes open again, he found himself sitting at the Prime Minister's desk, surrounded by piles of documents he hadn't noticed before. Confused, he glanced down and gasped. His short hair was replaced by a long mane, and he was donned in a professional woman's skirt and high heels. Staggered, he turned to a mirror nearby and froze. Gazing back at him in the reflection was none other than Jacinda Ardern. "Oh my God! I'm Jacinda Arde-- Wow! I even sound like her!" he uttered incredulously. Being in Jacinda's body was odd, to say the least but Craig saw this as an opportunity. "I don't like being a woman and she's kinda weird looking but I hope I can sign these bills to see my little brother's and my friend's faces again," he resolved. With a newfound determination, Craig reached for the pen, eyeing the bill that proposed to remove masks from school. But before he could put pen to paper, a jolt of shock rocketed through him. His mind writhed, visions poured in; scenes of his life as Jacinda Ardern, the decisions she had made for the people of New Zealand, the reasons behind her strict health orders. His toddler memories morphed into Jacinda Ardern's childhood, maturity replaced his adolescence, and slowly but surely, he began to truly understand and embody the mindset of the first woman Prime Minister of New Zealand. Now fully embodying Jacinda Ardern's persona, she stared at the document she had almost skewed. Her heart pounded as she crossed out the 'Yes' and marked 'No'. As Jacinda, she maintained imposing the restrictions that were earlier a bane to Craig. She then began signing the remaining health bill documentation, maintaining the strict health orders in place she dilated on earlier. Once completed, she firmly passed them along to be finalized. Jacinda then stood before the mirror, looking at her strong reflection. Her eyes shone with determination and her voice echoed in the empty room. "Don't quite know why I was about to sign yes on a bill to remove mask mandates from schools or from public areas. People need to understand these restrictions are for their own safety and we're all in this together. Children will learn to adapt to these changes until these changes are no longer needed and that's okay but until then these restrictions are needed and as long as I, Jacinda Ardern am the Prime Minister of New Zealand, these restrictions are here to stay," she declared. A wistful smile spread across her face. She was proud of her decisions, for she was truly Jacinda Ardern, making the best decisions for her country.