So today's prompt is an interesting one. I had to write about everyone in the world switching bodies start from the perspective of a reporter. I really haven't got to far into the story and would like to continue writing it because it is such and interesting concept. There isn't much more I can say about the plans I have but this is the start so please enjoy.
The sun caressed my cheek the way
only a true lover would. It is the thing that loves unconditionally. People say
they would love their spouse or their children no matter what. But what if they
were someone else entirely? What if you and everyone else on the planet was
someone else entirely? There is a sense of complacency we have with knowing
those around us and ourselves. We take for granted what we do and especially
the little people around us. Those that make everything just a little bit
simpler for everyone from: waiters and airport staff too those that control our
communications and inform us of what is going on. Our entire existence is
fragile, everyone on this Earth relies on each other to survive but we refuse
to acknowledge it. We stay in our own little heads and don’t think about it to
much, we segregate our selves into groups and fight as though underneath it all
we are all the same. Today everything changed.
When the sun stared me in the eyes
this morning I did what anyone would do. Turn over and refuse to let it win so
simply, which it did just that. I woke up in a daze like everything was a
dream. Immediately upon getting up I stubbed my toe on the nightstand next to
the bed. For being a dream the pain was all a too little real but I pressed on.
The room I was in was strange and unfamiliar, the bed was not my own and the
art on the wall had no taste what so ever along with the rest of the
decorations. Now where is that bathroom? I stumble with my hurt toe over to a
door and open it only to find a closet filled with dresses, skirts, and shoes
with heels of all sizes. That is strange why would I have female clothes? I
shake it from my mind for now; I want a shower and have two doors left to
choose from.
The next one I open is the actual
bathroom, thank god. Here too it is strange and unfamiliar but it has
everything I need right here. I stop for
a moment as I pass the mirror above the sink and check myself out. My jaw
dropped a little what reflected in the mirror was that of a beautiful young
woman. My skin was fair and tight and my hair was a shining blond. This had to
be a dream there was no way I was a woman especially not a beautiful one, I
have been a guy my whole life. I love sports, video games, driving fast and
masturbating to chicks like this. But what reflected in the mirror was not I.
It had to be some weird dream, mirrors in dreams are notorious for acting weird
in dreams just like clocks and other such things. I decided to go with it I
will eventually wake up anyways might as well enjoy such a vivid dream.
So vivid in fact I needed tinkle
before the shower and I wasn’t feeling
to hot. Sitting down on the toilet I decided to check out my surroundings. The
bathroom looked fairly modern with new fixtures and was clean as could be.
Everything was Put Away with nothing out of place; I was fairly surprised a
girl could keep a bathroom so clean. After some time I felt a pressure release
from just below my stomach making me feel somewhat better. Looking down I found
something I never wanted to see. “There is no way this dream was this vivid,” I
said out loud. I had to wake myself up. I tried everything slapping myself,
splashing water on my face. Nothing I was still in this very stark reality. I
was stuck in this gorgeous body at a very untimely part of the month. I was on
my period.
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