This choice: You are, I mean was transexual, and switched bodies with your neighbor • Go Back...Chapter #4You are, I mean was transexual, and switched bo... by: Unknown You wake up not noticing a thing yet. You always kept a slimmer figure so you could barely feel the different between your old body and your new one. The phone rang you answer it, your voice was higher than normal but not noticeable, you always tried to keep a higher voice, you just thought your still sleepy vocal cords cause a higher pitch, it was a man on the phone saying however you are give me back my damn body. You just said, I don't want your body, I can barely stand my own. You didn't notice that the voice was your own manly voice because you always forced a higher pitch. You got another hour of sleep before the doorbell rang, you ignored it thinking it was those damn westboro baptist freaks again telling you that God hated you cuz' "God hates fags" and all that shit. Then your phone rang. You answer it, it was the same male voice telling you they are outside and come out before they call the police on you. You called the police. A minute later the police came and you heard a scuffle and the man saying, this is my house though the person inside somehow broke in. The damn doorbell again, you slid out of bed, feeling wobbly, your balance is off, must be the sleep, and you walking through your bedroom which you knew so well you could traverse it with your eyes closed, YOU TRIPPED, WHAT THE HELL. You open your eyes and for the first time notice something's a miss. You are not in your room and you just ran into a dresser against the wall. You find your way downstairs and to the front door to the house that you were sleeping in, still not noticing your body due to looking up to admire the home. You open the door and the officers say, "Hello Ma'am." "Ma'am I must be getting really good with the trans thing if people are mistaking me for a girl." "Yes officer." "This man says he lives here." The man look just like you. The officer took your shocked look as a confession to the contrary and said, "Do you know this man, ma'am, and can you prove you live here." "Officer, I don't know why but I am not feeling myself today, I swear to you, I don't remember moving into this house, or ever living here, and that man looks just like me as you can probably tell." The police woman behind the police man who was talking to you looked at both of your and said, "Miss, are you on drugs?" You look at her and say, "I am most definitely not on drugs I am Bradwick Collinsworth X, I might look feminine due to the fact that I am Transgendered but I am who I am, I don't live here, I look like him, in fact he might very well live here. Officer, "So you have proof of identification, because he is Bradwick Collinsworth X. You looked shocked and said, "I can most definitely prove I am the man I claim to be, unfortunately. You stumbled around the house trying to find your purse with your wallet and you figure that somehow you must have lost it and told the officers, "This man must have taken my purse with my id because I can't find it anywhere." Officer, "There is a purse right here ma'am." "But that is not mine." "Then you stole it?" "No, I just, I don't know, it's not mine, just like this house." Police woman, "She is definitely on drugs." Police man, "This id has you on it, miss Genevieve Brooknell. "Genevieve, no I am." "Yes we know, take them both in, we will get this shit straight." You look at the picture on the id and it is not a person you have ever seen. This must be a prank. They handcuff you and take you out to the car, on the way you pass a mirror and see the woman on the id. You sit there in the backseat next to what you can only assume was is your real body. You are both taken in and upon being told to change into prison garb you see your new body. You have the following choices: 1. 5 ft 9 in, 125 lbs, b cup breasts, brown hair, brown eyes, olive toned skin, 2. 5 ft 2 in, 200 lbs, ee cup breasts, redish-blonde hair, blue eyes, white, 3. 6 ft 6 in, 400 lbs of muscle, aa cup breasts, black hair, green eyes, black, |
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