I get turned into a girl and I don't even get to keep my hair as a consolation prize. The curly hair I prided myself on having? Now several shades lighter than it had been, and worst of all? I reached out to hold it in front of my face. There was no stubble, my checks felt rounder. There was no doubt in my mind that my face was different too. My hands were different, my arms were different, my legs were different, and even my chest was different. Even if someone started searching for me, I had no real way to prove that I was me. Then there was the whole mess of my body. Meaning nobody would know I'd been, well, kidnapped for at least a few days. I lived by myself, so my parents might not notice my absence for a while. It was a Saturday morning, meaning I wasn't going to be noticed until at least Monday, and even then, I doubt a search party would be sent out for me. I was who knows where, and it would honestly take days for anyone to notice I was gone. I spread out my arms, going for sitting to laying down on the grass, doing everything in my power to stop myself from crying. If this is a dream, then that didn't wake me up, and I wasn't going to try and hit myself harder. "Ow!" I shouted as I slapped myself across the face. This had to be a dream, and I'm waking myself up, now! That feel from the land of improbable into the land of pure fantasy. Being turned into a girl as part of the process? I didn't check my chest, in part to the two larger issues that were dominant on that front.Īlright, being taken out of my house by some type of nutcase and stranded in the woods wasn't exactly reasonable, but certainly within the world of extreme improbability. I ran them up my arms, feeling a lack of hair. They'd never been big, to begin with, but they seemed even smaller now. I let myself sit down, taking a look at my hands. Okay, what! Just what! Why? How? This is bull! Bull! Still, I pulled up the plush dinosaur to my chest, giving it a tight squeeze. Okay, it wasn't bad per se, but it certainly wasn't useful. Was it a trap? And if it was, did it matter? Food, bottled water, literally anything that could be useful right now. Seriously, who just kidnaps someone to only leave them stranded in the wilderness? How did I not notice it until now!īut there was nobody in sight. I bolted upright, looking around wildly for any sign of anyone, anything. Instead of my room, my bed, and my computer, I was instead met with trees and grass. My brain, which had been struggling to get back to sleep, lept into high gear. I wanted to sleep in during the weekend and. My body knew this, of course, but didn't stop screaming that it was time to get up and move. If the alarm clock hasn't gone off yet, then it isn't time to wake up. Light tried to worm its way through my closed eyelids, almost as if it were assaulting me.
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