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The screaming lasted a while, what
the heck is this grown-ass man’s problem? He was just sitting there screaming
one hand covering up his chest with the sheets and another just grabbing things
to throw at me. At first it started with pillows exhausting them he just went
for things on the nightstand: glasses, a clock, the freaking lamp. What the hell?
“Who are you? You are not my
girlfriend! Where am I? Dear god did I get drunk last night and pick someone
up? God, what have I done?” She screamed at me as a book flies past my head.
Then it finally clicked. We both
changed bodies and we don’t know anything. God damn it; I couldn’t wrap my head
around. “Excuse me.” I yelled to get his attention. “Calm down, everything will
be okay. We didn’t do anything last night.” He stopped throwing things a
listened. “We didn’t do anything, I promise. Now could I please put some
clothes on! It is freezing in here and I am still wet from the shower.”
“Oh, okay.” He trailed off as he
lowered his defenses.
I put on some random panties and
bra that didn’t match at all. What did I care? I scurried over to the man still
in bed watching me a little too closely. I sat next to the shell of a man. Who
could act like this? “You are going to have to trust me, I mean really trust me
because there is more to this than just last night.” I said showing comfort by
rest my hand on his thigh.
“And what proof do you have?” he
responded condescendingly.
What did I do to deserve this? “For
starters I am having lady troubles. It must be that time of the month for me.
So we couldn’t have had sex with out making a mess of the bed, just look at the
sheets.” I explain stalling to work out the hard part. How could I explain this
mess? That is when I notice a large mirror sitting in the corner. I get up and
grab it saying, “and to be quite frank you are not really you at the moment.” I
show the man his ‘new’ face. The screaming resumed. Luckily I could hide behind
the full body mirror to avoid his onslaught with the sheets.
It took a while but he quieted down
little by little when I finally poked my head out he was panting. He was rest
his face in his hands possibly crying. Laying the mirror down I sat back down
with the strange black man and comforted him. The day was just getting weirder
and weirder. He finally perked up.
“Wait, how do you know I am in a
different body? This has to be a dream!” He realized, one step forward and two
backward.
“I am really sorry but I woke up
long before you and already thought of that. Go ahead and pinch yourself because
you are not going to wake up.” I said as his face began to dissolve back into
horror. “Look I will make it easy for you. My name is Collin Woods. I am a
reporter from the Chicago Sun-times. I have no Earthly idea where I am, who I
am and what happened. And I most certainly don’t know what to do with a
period.” I watch as his face turned around to a laugh, a large full voice.
Which must have startled him because he stopped short.
“Well then that should explain what
is going on. And I guess I should introduce myself: Sheryl Wilkins. I am
between jobs at the moment but I am a lesbian so I feel we could help each
other out with this new situation.
My mind whirled I was assuming it
was a man’s mind behind the body but a woman and a lesbian at that. No wonder
it was such a trial with her waking up. This was definitely going to be a long
day. Who knows who else is suffering the same as us? What else is going to be
thrown at us?
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