And then suddenly his hands felt stange. Richard slowly looked down on his hands. Moments ago they were completely normal but now they were more slender. More feminine. And his nails were longer. And the. Were painted pink!
"What the fuck is going on?! Am I going crazy?!", he asked himself and inspected his hands further. If he had not known better he would have thought that these were Rica's hands. But that can't be, right? He can't have Rica's hands! He is probably just dreaming.
"Yeah... That must be it. That's the only possible explanation! I'm dreaming. I just have to wake up!", he thought and immediately pinched himself with his newly acquired long fingernails but besides the pain he felt in his cheek nothing had changed. He was still standing in his girlfriend's bathroom with her hands!
"If this isn't a dream... Then I must be crazy! All of this can't be happening!"
Richard left the bathroom and went back to the room in which he awoke. He noticed immediately a difference to before. He looked at the desk and saw multiple bottles of nail polish standing there.
"Impossible! These were not standing there before! Someone must have placed them there... Then again... They appeared right after my hands changed... Too much of a coincidence... Then again... I'm getting crazy, right? But I feel to sane for being insane... So what is happening?", he thought and sat down on the bed.
"What should I do? Why is this happening. Nothing makes sense anymore!", he thought and tears began running down his cheeks. It did not matter that he was crying, nobody saw him anyway. "Why is all of this happening to me?"
He sat there crying for what felt like an eternity. He got up as his stomach began signaling that he had to eat. "At least I could get something to eat. Crazy or not, I've gotta eat."
Richard got up and went down to the kitchen. Since Rica was an only-child and her dad died five years ago he did not expect anyone besides Rica's mother and what he expected was true.
"I hope you're hungry, honey", she smiled at him. He replied by simply nodding and sat down on the table. He grabbed the pancakes with his foreign hands while "his" mother began talking about something. He did not listen. He was too concerned with his own situation.
He left the kitchen as soon as he finished breakfast. He then got upstairs where his cellphone was vibrating. He looked at it and saw a message that reminded him that his classes would start soon. "So, this is still normal? Maybe I'm just hallucinating... I should go to college and maybe everything will be back to normal. Yeah. I'm probably just daydreaming."
He then gathered everything he needed and left the house. He was not really surprised that his car was standing in front of the house. He had found the keys on the desk.
The next hour was boring as hell. College was not very far away from his home but from his girlfriend's home it was way too far. Luckily he had his car or otherwise he would have been late for his first class. During the ride he thought about what was happening. All of it. Something simply was not right. Everything was too real. He can't be hallucinating. He was not insane either. Insane people normally don't know that they are insane. So what was happening?
From time to time he glanced at the pink fingernails and shuddered. How could this have happened? Again and again he repeated the question but no matter how many different angles he tried to use, he was not able to come to an answer. Maybe this was a problem that cannot be solved.
Throughout his whole class he was not paying attention and was continuously looking for an answer he possibly could not find. He began to wish that he was crazy because then the riddle would have been solved. Unfortunately, the answer was not this easy. No, there was more to it. He somehow knew it.
"Now if I only somehow knew the answer...", he sighed after hours of thinking. "Well... I guess it's time for some lunch."
Just when he entered the cafeteria, another swap occured...
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