I can’t shake the feeling I am in a dream. It sounds
strange, but I wake up and I’m, gulp, a guy. There is no way it can be real. I
am not a guy; I am a girl!
I take more sleeping pills so I can sleep again. The lust
for sleep is so strong. It feels so weird having guy parts. How can this
nightmare end? What can I do to get back to reality?
In the real world my name is Alexandra. I work in a group
called Crazy Girls and entertain men for a living. Somehow I’ve been punished
and made a man. I can’t live this way; I have to get back. Only when I sleep do
I re-enter my real life.
Damn! Sleep eludes me. I wash down the sleeping pills with
vodka. Lots of vodka. Two hour later I still can’t sleep. I pour a handful of
pills into my palm and toss them in my mouth. More vodka to wash down the
bitter pills. I breathe deep and lay back.
My chest begins to pound. Sharp pain rips my chest like a 10 ton weight
pressing down. Then I drift. Sleep is coming. Or death. No matter. Sleep or
death is all the same. When I leave this god forsaken world I go back to my
real life where I am happy, where I make people happy.
As soon as the pain stops I am back in my sunny world with
my friends. I am a girl again, wearing a pink mini and black t shirt. I hope I
never wake from this world ever again. I don’t mind a guy between my legs, but
to be a guy between my legs is gross. I look over at a co-worker and give kissy
lips. Life is good.
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