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
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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
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