Part II (#2)

[I peek into the mirror and..."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"Not only have I just struck the classic Macaulay Culkin Home Alone pose in the mirror...I amnow a full grown man striking the Macaulay Culkin pose...]

"What...what the...what..." I touch my face all over with my awkward hands and huge knuckles. I feel the stubbly hair that needs to be shaved. Nah...I dont have a razor for this...do I? I look down on my bathroom sink and see a brand new Norelco sitting in its charging stand waiting happily for me to buzz my face with. Nice. I look into my new face in the mirror.

My eyes are red and bloodshot but they're still that nice almond shape. It's weird now though because they aren't sexy eyes, they're just...eyes. Weird...where'd THAT emotion go? My face was gaunt, not plump and cheery like it used to be, my cheeks were hollowed out and my skin was a sallow, faded yellow. Did I get old AND turn into a man?? My lips are thinner and and not as defined; I touch them and feel the skin peeling away from lack of care and dry air. Ouch, I just peeled of a layer of skin, a bad habit that I suppose didn't change with the sex. My nails were never really well caref for, but now they were, larger and cared for even less, they were chipped at the tops and around the sides and the cuticles needed some serious attention. Weird how none of this registered as anything of sense at the moment. It sounded so...feminine.

My neck runs to my chest where once sat healthy breasts now replaced by a flat area that ended in the nipples towards the sides. I was buff, but oddly enough, that seemed like a weird thought. The idea of me being buff was more of a pride thing than something that turned me on. Man, that sucks! I'm sexy and I couldnt register. How bad is that? My arms formed larger bi and tricep muscles than I'd had before, but nothing out of the ordinary for most average looking males. I try to look past my beer belly (OMIGOSH, when did I get that!?!) and down at my feet.

....Someone wanted to say Hello to me first....


THIS IS SO WEIRD!! but i love it! next post tomorrow, keep up :-D

-Snoopy

Part I (#2)

Something felt different that morning. Really different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something had changed in me, and it was quite hard to describe. I felt bigger, stronger, and I think my ego was about to pop out of my body. It was quite the weirdest sensation I'd have to say I'd ever felt in my entire life. I remember it like it was just yesterday...wait...it was just yesterday. Well it was very bizzare and merits telling. It a rather interesting story...

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*BUZZ* Fucking, alarm, clock. I reach out and slam my hand down on the buzzer. My hand feels larger than usual as it comes down on the clock. I'm afraid I've broken it. I lift my hand and realize how heavy it is. I turn it to my face and see...nothing. Open your eyes, right...open them, and the darkness goes away...
I lift my eyelids, caked with sleep, and see a large object in my face, the print lines all crude with scrapes across them. Is that my hand? The knuckles that I remembered the night before as small and slender were now large from cracking them and hair grew sparsley between the creases. I flip the hand back and forth to make sure this is really MY hand.

"Wow..." I whispered. My whisper was hoarse, but not an "I-just-woke-up" whisper...it was more...dare I say...manly. I put my hand down and looked down my arm: a forest trail. The fine hair that once grew there like blades of a cleanly cut lawn was now overgrown with bushes and curly black hairs...that obviosly couldn't have been mine.

I'M A GIRL FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. What in the hell is going on?

I slap my face to see if I am indeed awake. Ouch, something pricked me...what?...FACIAL HAIR?? I rub the stubbles on my chin and all along my face for the "morning spruce" as I've always called it. This ain't your regular womanly peach fuzz here...what is going on?

I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I've completely ignored the fact that my feet are nearly twice the size of what they once were and that my legs were no longer freshly waxed but covered in the same bushes and dense forest that inhabited my arms. I also completely ignored that, somehow, my slippers that I leave by my bedside fit these humongous pods attatched to the bottom of my forest legs. I slide into the bathroom and smack the light on. Stupid, it's daylight, you don't need it. Am I normally this stupid in the morning? I peek into the mirror and...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Not only have I just struck the classic Macaulay Culkin Home Alone pose in the mirror...I amnow a full grown man striking the Macaulay Culkin pose...


NEXT POST TOMORROW, forreal this time. OoOoh, what's going to happen next?? Keep up ;)

-Snoopy

Sorry Folks...

Sorry to those who were reading the story I started posting on tuesday. i haven't had the time nor the creativity to get this going...My apologies to those who wanted the story to continue. Will post later.
-Snoopy

Request for New Storyline

A commentor has requested that a happy story be presented next on the site.
I will be happy to fulfill this request anyone can give me a background to create the storyline with.
I'm not lazy, just my brain capacity is a lot lower than it used to be. Haha.

-Snoopy

Poor Anonymous Commentor

To the person who continually and anonymously keeps posting rude comments on my blog for THE WORLD to see.
I'll find you, don't worry.
The story is my art, you can be angry at it, but it doesnt change the fact that it is fiction and that since I am the author, I create whatever I want. Nobody says you have to believe it, it's just there, it's a story, it's not real.

-Snoopy

P.S. you should never wait to explode, you're just doing more damage to yourself than anyone. Im in the clear.

For Anonymous--post on the disclaimer (edited)

This is for whoever posted a comment about the disclaimer I put up last week.
I originally wrote a degrading post to the comment you made, but thought better about it.
So here's the new one.
If you feel offended by the material posted, and would like me to remove it...
Please let me know.

-Snoopy

Part V

[she never wanted to go through something like that again, but yet she already had. she told herself she was better off not knowing whether or not she wanted to than regretting having already done it.]

the next day was monday; a school day. she stepped off of the school bus and touched her head to find her glasses. stupid. she'd left them in his bedroom on his dresser. she wondered how she was going to get them back. she hummed the mission impossible theme as she played out the scenario in her head walking down the pathway to her locker.
she placed her backpack down carefully next to the lockers and swung her locker door open. the tedious task of spinning a locker combination between classes annoyed her within the first few days of school and did away with the thing. on her door was a picture of them, all three of them. they were younger then by at least six months, yet they looked so different that it seemed like it had been years.
his hair was shorter then and didn't need the desperate haircut that it needed now. he flaunted his perfect smile for the camera and his glasses sat on his nose reflecting the flash of the camera in front of him. those eyes, so different from the ones she'd seen on sunday. they were warm and caring as she knew them to be before that fateful friday night. they glowed with happiness as he hugged the girl next to him. that girl who she almost did not recognize as herself. the difference between then and now was deeply significant even though the only change she could see was in her hair. it was braided in cornrows in the picture.
the creases beneath her eyes matched the size of the smile she bore on her face with her two favorite people under her arms. a tall figure embraced her from the other side, smooth cream colored skin and head of long, shaggy blonde hair. his eyes were bluer and sparkled with the quiet innocence he once posessed, that innocence that she now, accidentally, was the owner of.
they all looked so happy. just being together. not a care in the world, enjoying each other's company, trust, friendship, brother & sisterhood...just perfect. and now it was over. there was no going back. the chances of things being the way they were before were so slim...so slim indeed...she pulled the picture down from the tape and looked at it closely seeing exactly the same amount of happiness she'd seen only four days earlier. she smiled weakly as she placed it against her chest and tried to feel that happiness through her heart. for a fleeting instant she felt it, but it left just as suddenly as it had appeared. looking back down at the picture, she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks and onto the faces of the three people she'd changed in one night, the people she loved the most.
"goodbye" she whispered as she tore the picture straight down the middle. the bell rang from somewhere in the back of her mind; she closed her locker door, placed the two halves in her pocket and grabbed her bag. she heaved a sigh and walked, head down, towards her first period class. none of them saw each other as they passed in the hallways, all with their heads down in deep regret.

THE END.

suggestions for a new storyline? ideas go up tomorrow!
thanks for reading =)

-Snoopy

DISCLAIMER

A note to all readers:

The story that is unraveling on this site is in NO WAY a factual representation of any real life events. It is a ficticious literary piece that I have invented for the viewing pleasure of others. If you feel uncomfortable with this material in any way, please do not be afraid to post a comment and I will discontinue the story and remove it from this blog. thank you for your cooperation. As it stands, I will continue to write the story unless I see here otherwise.

thanks,
Snoopy

Part IV

[..."did you keep your promise?"...
..."yes, he's going to be fine...maybe he won't even remember"... ]

she didn't keep her promise. she'd messed everything up. she lied, she lied, she lied. putting her bag down at the entrance of her house she tore up the stairs tripping half the way up. the tears blurred her vision all the way into her bedroom as the flung herself onto her army of stuffed animals.

..."hey, let's go do it!"....

"no" she moaned. "no no no no!!!"

...."yeah! let's go!"....

"NO" she screamed and beat her pillow with her fists. "why why why??" she sobbed into the pillowcase. she hiccoughed and spluttered as she relived that horrible night in her mind.

...they walked down the stairs, hand in hand, stopping to grab a bit of each other's taste while heading towards the couch. they gripped each others' hands tightly as they stumbled, inebriated, through the dim lights of the yard. alcohol was a spiteful weapon of god that they would soon regret ever tasting. they sat on the couch and proceeded to kiss and caress each other even stronger when they had when they were upstairs with everybody else. his hands touching her in all the right places making her moan into his mouth as they kissed tenderly. they giggled at their play and pushed further and further into each other until they were both grimacing in painful pleasure. and then he said it, he told her he wanted to. and she agreed. they made their way into the bathroom and shut the door. she stripped herself down to her socks and watched him prepare himself. and then it began. shots of sensual ecstasy coursed through her blood right alongside the alcohol. it was almost pitch dark and she could barely make out his shirt as he panted "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..." she assured him with a caress on the cheek that she never would...

she'd stopped crying. it was beyond that now. she was just angry, the blood boiled deep underneath her skin at her behavior and at his idiocy. he didn't even remember the next day, she had to tell him and it pained her to do so, him being so young and inexperienced. she never wanted to go through something like that again, but yet she already had. she told herself she was better off not knowing whether or not she wanted to than regretting having already done it.

Part III

["why is all the blame fallin on me?! i couldnt have done it all on my own, JERK." she tried to push back again but he caught her thin wrists in his hands and wrenched them full force until he had her looped around completely defenseless and unable to move.]

'YOU'RE HURTING ME!! LET ME GO!!" she yelled and writhed in his grip desperate to break free. he let her go and she went flying into the armchair again whimpering and massaging her wrists. she looked back up at him; his eyes were wild with pure anger, blazing balls of fiery vengance seethed under the lids.

....."WHAT ARE YOU DOING? stop before it's too late!"........

tears welled up in her eyes again burning with regret and hatred for herself; she grabbed her bag and burst out of the room. she ran crying wildly down the steps past his parents, bewildered at what they'd seen. she didn't even care that she'd left her sunglasses on his dresser. she tore down the street with her bag banging against the side of her legs. she could hardly see the potholes in the road as she skipped around rocks and speedbumps. why why WHY was he so angry?? she'd apologized over and over again. was nothing she did going to solve anything.


......."everything will be fine...i promise. trust me".............

tears still streaking down her face she held her arm out limply with bruises on the wrist with the hope a cab would stop for her. the cars blurred into streaks of color as she waited.

.........."that feels so good...don't stop"............

and she waited.

....."please, don't stop..."............

she didnt notice the cab driver waving his hands in front of her trying to get her attention. she turned her eyes to him and told him her address in a soft voice so he wouldn't notice how upset she was. without even listening to the price, she jumped int he cab and put her head between her legs. she couldn't stand it anymore.

..."did you keep your promise?"...
..."yes, he's going to be fine...maybe he won't even remember"...


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Part II

["all i wanted to do was protect him, and i'll do so now. the last person i wanted to protect him from though, was you." silence gripped them for minutes, relentless in its intensity....]

her tears stopped flowing and she started down at him trying to break the stone behind his pupils. he was relentless, he would not let up.
"if you only knew..." she began. he cut her off harshly, "i don't ever want to know." at that moment she forgot how upset she was and submissive; she used both hands to push him backwards planting his ass on the carpeted floor. her cheeks were stained from the trail the tears had blazed down her skin.
"what the hell am i supposed to do?" she nearly yelled. her voice caught an almost every syllable as she tried choking back a fresh onslaught of tears.
"just sit here and pretend nothing happened? you know DAMN well, it wasn't all my fault!"

........."lets go downstairs, just for a bit" ..........

he stood up and pushed her right back into the armchair with double the force, double the anger and double the hatred that she had.
"you took advantage!! he couldn't have done anything!!" he yelled back. she saw a tear glisten in the corner of his eye.

........."i want to taste you"..........

"why is all the blame fallin on me?! i couldnt have done it all on my own, JERK." she tried to push back again but he caught her thin wrists in his hands and wrenched them full force until he had her looped around completely defenseless and unable to move.

YIKES...check tomorrow for next update!!

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Part I

she sat on the arm chair wringing her hands in despair. her eyes were swollen and bloodshot from crying and all she could do was blubber from the tears falling onto her lips. he sat across from her, emotionless, staring hard at this new enemy he'd encountered.
she snuffled twice before attempting to speak again.
"you have no idea how sorry i am...you just don't." he remained motionless on his leopard-print comforter.
"i'm sure i don't. you've told me a million times, but i still can't believe you." his light eyes were as cold and unforgiving as the night she told him about her horrible sin. she looked down at the floor and began to hiccough from the stress she'd put on herself from crying. she decided not to speak for fear of making a fool of her stuttering, senseless words. it was probably too late for that now though. she looked up at him again searching for any signs of warming up to her; pointless. he shook his head and swirled his shaggy brown hair up and around out of his eyes. he needed a haircut, she thought. he stood up and walked across the room to where she sat and squatted in front of her knees where her hands now gripped till the knuckles were white.
"all i wanted to do was protect him, and i'll do so now. the last person i wanted to protect him from though, was you." silence gripped them for minutes, relentless in its intensity....

NEXT POST TOMORROW. STAY TUNED!

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Welcome to Snoopy's Blog

Everybody has to be prepared to make decisions in life; one must remember to do it for the right reasons regardless of where they stand. I am currently getting ready to leave my family and begin my college career in American University in Washington DC. It all comes down to the last few months of school...
Preparing for everything in college is difficult...
Exams...
Moving...
Leaving loved ones behind...
but now here's the thing about that...
I'm torn between leaving to forget everything thats happened here
and trying to make the most of what I've got going now...
Things were so much better a month ago, things were great...
But things change you know...and one little accident
one "oopsy", one "shit i screwed up", one "fuck i blew it" can change everything.

if i had the chance to go back and change it...i would. I suppose everyone says that at least once in their life, sometimes twice; if you say it three times though, you seriously need to think before you do something...
This is my blogspot. the one place i can say what i want, and express myself in ways that in person, people might never appreciate. the site is primarily dedicated to short stories and small blurbs of my life in general. any suggestions for new storylines or changes in current storylines are most welcome :)
ENJOY.

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