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After a devastating accident an average man wakes to find... He is now a woman! |
| My bed had a fucking canopy. That was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. Not the short kind either, oh no, the whole four-poster bed was covered in lace, fucking lace. What the hell! I sat up on the bed and started taking note of my surroundings, however everything I saw just made me more confused. What kind of man paints his room pink and purple, has two dressers, a vanity, wears a satin robe, wait a second, a satin robe? Oh shit! This had better not be what I think it is. I dreaded taking a look at my body but I knew I had to. Well, here goes nothing. I looked at my body….. and screamed. Oh no, no, no. this can’t be happening. I ran to the full length mirror hanging on one of the doors. I screamed again. I had fucking boobs! A nice perky C cup at that but what am I saying? I had boobs! I had hair too, long waist-length hair. Holy shit! This is bad, no this is a catastrophe. This is not what I signed up for. You’re probably wondering what I’m freaking out about. Well, let me tell you a story. One day, I was walking to work like an average American man, sipping hot coffee and whistling. I was on top of the fucking world because everything had worked right that morning. I’d gotten my tie into a perfect knot on the first try, my pancakes had been perfectly round, hell I didn’t even cut myself while shaving – and I always cut myself. So here I was happy and smiling, about to cross the road. I waited until the light was green before stepping on the road. Halfway across, I heard a deafening WHAM! Then I flew. I flew 10 feet, landed on my head and passed out. I woke up in the hospital, tubes decorated my body and I was breathing through an oxygen mask. The doctor who had been checking my vitals then told me I had sustained a head injury which could not be treated and I was gonna die. Well, he didn’t actually say it like that but that was what I heard. I hadn’t even fully registered it when he went out and a man I didn’t recognize came in. He walked to my bedside and what he said to me changed my life. Literarily. He told me about this program where dying people were given a second chance at life. My mind would be relocated into another person’s body and I would live that person’s life. So I thought, what do I have to lose? I had no family anyway. So, I agreed. In hindsight, I should have asked for the gender of the person whose body I’d take over instead of just assuming it’ll be a man because if I had I wouldn’t be in this freaking situation right now.... |
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