I didn’t
know what to do. Most girls are so secretive of what happens during this time,
they hide it under undirected animosity to anyone trying to help. I figured I
had to find some sort of pads or tampon, where could they be? I flung open the
cabinets under the sink and tore apart everything I saw for what ever looked
like it could help me. It took me a bit to realize I found what I needed
because I was so unfamiliar with the products. It took me three tries to put a
tampon where it needed to be; it felt so awkward to have something inside me
like that and wondered what a dick felt like. Just to be sure I added a pad to
the panties I was already wearing, could never be too sure, it ended up just
adding to the comfortableness.
In my rush
I almost forgot about the shower I so desperately needed. I could feel the
stickiness of sweat all over my skin; I must have had a long night. So I
started the shower almost immediately although it took some finagling, a little
to fancy for my experience. I quickly found some towels, stripped and jumped in
the shower once it got hot. The shower was amazing like something out of a
magazine, water flowed from the showerhead like rain in the Amazon, I certainly
didn’t want to leave. I was astounded by the number of products that lined the
shelf in the back of the shower from shaving material and face wash to shampoo
and conditioner; the things these girls do to look good frightened me.
The shower
gave me time to think. This certainly couldn’t be a dream if it is this vivid
and real, how could my mind make up everything that is happening? If it weren’t
a dream what happened that would cause all of this? I am clearly in some other
woman’s body a very beautiful body at that. I felt my boobs just to check if
they were real. Certainly enough and apparently ‘my’ uterus decided it didn’t
want to feel left out and had to express the anger it had for me, is this what
girls feel every month? This felt like some sci-fi B movie. I could only imagine how much worse it was going to
get. If I had changed bodies someone else must have, so I must not be alone.
The only problem is did everyone else switch as well? If they did chaos would
soon ensue, as people figured out no one knows where to go to work, schools,
government, public systems, groceries all closed. People would take advantage
of the situation: stealing, rioting, and impersonating someone they are not.
Who knows what would happen to your own body: sex trafficking, drugs, violence.
This had to be the end of the world as we know it if it doesn’t get fixed some
how. What happens when we get stuck like this? I am a man in a woman’s body; I
can’t handle a period every month, sex with a man or having a baby. I don’t
know what to do. Everything was just so overwhelming; I had to stop thinking
about it so I brushed it to the back of my mind. I turned off the shower and
toweled off.
The
thoughts plagued me so I concentrated on finding clothes. I guess panties and a
bra are up first but I didn’t know where to look. I stumbled around the flat
again, plenty of clothes on the floor but those are not clean; I am at least
decent enough for that. The closet was full of clothes, dresses, suits and sexy
outfits even some costumes but no underwear. What does this girl do? I am
pretty sure I don’t even want to know. The only place left was the chest of
drawers. Trying each one I finally hit it, “Jackpot!” I said out loud and
dropped the towel to start putting on what would hide my shame. No sooner that
I did when a voice came from behind the sheets of the bed, “Good morning, sweet
thang.” I watched in horror as a large black man raised his head into view of
all my glory. I screamed and he joined me.
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