Everything has changed pt.2 the shower scene

Today is a sequel to one of my earlier posts "Waking up and everything has changed. Which you can find here if you need to read it: http://nakedlysane.blogspot.com/2014/08/waking-up-and-everything-has-changed.html . Please enjoy I know I did writing it. This is about the part where I had figured everything up to. So from now on I am flying blind. So we will see what happens next time!

            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.

Free falling

Hello again! Thank you for being patient with my post today. This one was supposed to mimic one of my favorite writers. So I chose Chuck Palahniuk, not sure if I got his style quite right. But he loves to play with form with his narrative so I just tried my best. Please enjoy. 

I was falling.

Literally falling, not like how people have started to corrupt the word.

I mean I just jumped from an airplane with no parachute. That was a bit stupid you might say but I thought it was my only option. When there is nothing left in this world for you death is the only thing you have left. I used to be successful. Money, power, love I had it all for what seems like a fleeting moment. I knew it would happen but not so soon. All of it was taken away, that is what you get when you mess with the wrong people. Enough with the depressing stuff; I would rather spend the last couple minutes of my life thinking of happy moments.

People always talk about your life flashing before your eyes when you are in a near death experience. What they don’t tell you is that it is the only time your can actually see your birth for the very first time. You can’t remember a thing that happened before two years old can you? These are what come back now. When you are about to die. Kind of makes a full circle. These memories are probably the most happy I have ever been. I was born innocent like everyone else and until I was cognitively aware of my situation.

I was destined for failure from the beginning. My family was always on the wrong side of the truth. Everything that came out of our mouths was a lie but people believed it because it was what they wanted to hear. Everyone lies; you do even to your own mother. For me it was the other way around that is where I picked it up. Our livelihood was to lie that is how we survived in this cruel world. Yes we were conman but then you shouldn’t believe everything you hear. If it is to good to be true generally it is.

Life is hard where I am from. So I had to learn quickly; whether it was to distract or reel them in with my cuteness. I had my part in the family we all did, even my sisters.

That isn’t here nor there.

I was different from everyone else. I wanted more, so much more. I didn’t want to live like a poor idiot living from con to con. So I studied and learned and then Charles found me so good he wanted to make me great. That is where the fun began. Bigger longer cons with better payouts, I have never been so alive. Pyramid schemes, Ponzi Schemes, forgery you name it I did it. I found where I belong. But all good things come to an end. Eventually the apprentice surpasses the master.

            I meet Mira and everything changed. Other women I could play but not Mira she saw through all of that. I had to stop, so I got out. I wanted better for her and eventually our children. They had what I never did. But when you are the best something will come back up and bite you. Whether it is one of your own or the big bad government. It will come back that is for sure no matter who you are. I ended up getting shafted by the man who made me. It seems money is thinker than friendship.

            Now we are back were we began; with me falling at 120 miles an hour with the wind rushing past my ears. The land loomed in front of me as I fell. I remember the last smile on Mira’s face the night before Charles decided to blow up my house with my family in it. I watched as the explosion engulfed my house with everyone still in it. With what was last of my money I requested the plane for a skydive but I didn’t need the chute. But you already knew that.

            

Waking up and everything has changed

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.

"Well, shit..." again

Today I had the pleasure of trying something total different. Kyle told me to use a lot of dialog for this post and I decided to make almost all of it dialog so it might be a little confusing at times but it shouldn't be too bad I tried to give you a lot of hints and mentions to the things happening around it and who they are talking too. It is also a continuation of "Well, shit..." one of the more earlier posts, you can find that here: http://nakedlysane.blogspot.com/2014/05/well-shit.html.

“What the hell are we doing here Anna? You know I hate clubs.” I complained.

“Come on Sarah cheer up it isn’t the end of the world if you go to one club and have fun. Look you haven’t been out of the house in weeks and you are going to have to get over Mark eventually.”

“Maybe I don’t want to get over him.” I muttered under my breath.

“What was that?”

“I said did it have to be the Palace?”

“Well it is one of the best clubs in area!”

“Anna, I can think of hundreds of other clubs to go to. You just want to use me to get inside and get free drinks because I know everyone here!”

“That is not true… There are other reasons.”

“You better not have a plan up in that little red head of yours Anna.”

“Man there is such a long line! Sarah can you please get us in, please please please!”

“Fine just this once. Next time you need to not waste so much time getting ready. Hey Collin, how is it going?”

“Well if it isn’t Ms. Sarah. Haven’t seen you here in a while. You here for business or for pleasure?”

“What is the difference?”

He laughed at my little joke. “Well I’ll just let you and your cute friend in, have fun. Oh and Sarah please send Pat my regards.”

“Will do, thanks Collin. We owe you one.”

“See Sarah, that was so easy with you doing what you do.”

“Yeah well it probably also helped that he was ogling you in that tight blue dress of yours.”

“What? Eww, totally not my type.”

“So you didn’t even see him wink at you or anyth… Anna? Anna! God damn it I already lost her. I guess I’ll go see Pat and see what that lesbo is up to. She probably has a better sex life than I do.”

How did I let Anna get me here so easily? That girl really needs to focus on anything better than partying. All you end up doing is being a piece of meat for some random guy. I left a perfectly nice bed with Netflix and ice-cream for dancing and alcohol. If she wanted me to get out why not go to a movie or bowling. Anything is better than being back in this stupid club with the same people who come every week. All they end up doing is getting sloppy drunk and fucking all over the place. For once I would like to meet a guy not from a club so he might have the possibility of being a functioning member of society.

“Is that who I think it is? I can’t believe it, Sarah! Oh my god, I thought you dropped off the face of the planet.”

“Hey Pat, how has the bar been treating ya?

“Same old same old, just watching as people make fools of themselves. You want the usual? I think I remember just how you like it.”

“Yeah that sounds like a great idea make sure it is strong, I have something I want to forget.”

“Boy troubles?”

“More like douche problems and being here doesn’t really help. Are girls just as shitty as boys or what?”

“More than you now honey but you may not want to turn around.”

I couldn’t resist even though a feeling of dread washing over me.

“Sarah? Is that you?” It was Mark.

“Well, shit…”

You - The cure

Sorry for not doing much lately and having a really late post. However I wanted to do this one as well as possible because it is the start of an idea for a much larger story. The challenge was to write  only in the present tense, not quite sure if it worked out well with my 2nd person point of view but I decided to try it. Anyways please enjoy.

This is a story of you. You wake up one morning and the voices start again. Each one does it’s own thing: one berates you, another narrates your life, and one is your dearest friend.  They never leave your side, always watching. You ponder their existence for a brief moment; they slowly came to life one by one. At first the narrator as if in a book, next the insulting one critiquing everything you do and lastly your only friend. You must take the good with the bad. You tolerate the narration; it has its moments. All of it is like having a posse of disembodied voices.

By this time you are down stairs making your morning coffee, black with a speck of chitchat. You haven’t heard from Olivia, your friend, for some time. She is interested in your newest escapades. Which usually means the same old same old; working long hours for a major bank during the week and struggling to fixing up old houses on the weekend. No time for much of anything else and it is getting tiring. It is hard enough to hide your schizophrenic tendencies to the world but essentially working two jobs. Especially one that is more of a hobby than an actual job but with the amount of sweat and tears I put into it might as well be.

This house will be your last. It is time to move on, maybe a new state with a new town, and one with a little more beauty than here. Someplace with green grass and trees with flowering blooms. Scenery is everything when selling, that and being newly renovated to look marvelous. Each house you make is a masterpiece, unique in every way down to the last detail. Your favorite part is the garden secret. It is the cure to your schizophrenia.

First you find an interesting house that could use a facelift. Pretty easy when there are plenty of foreclosed homes because of the recession. You never do the same neighborhood and you use an alias to cover your tracks. You have plenty of money due to your other escapades in less scrupulous manners. Second you draft some plans for the house: new paint, carpet, flooring, and appliances. Third is to hire help, no problem there, you know Spanish and not like they will talk to anyone about strange happenings. Just in case you never hire the same people twice for one house. You practically destroy the house during the week making way for everything that is to come. Friday everything has to be ready, you need the house empty. That night you go out, and find yourself someone lonely and in need of some company. Male, female it doesn’t really matter to you, they never make it to the absent bed. Chloroform makes it easy to restrain them and drag them to the bathroom and then the real fun begins.

The cure to the voices is to spill Innocent Blood. It gets rid of the good and the bad alike, an antidote of sorts for your mental ailment. The treatment only lasts for a while but it is all you need to survive. Lastly you clean up the bathroom and dig a large hole in the backyard and dump the body. Saturday the hired help plants flowers and finishes the bathroom. They do all the grunt work for you. With that you get off free as a bird and are off to the land of the sun, and beaches, California.