Nate woke up to an awful smell. A chronic drinker, this was an all too familiar experiance. Although his eyes were closed, he could visualize where he was in his room based off of the fan blowing in his face. Since the fan is by the entrance, last night must have been worse than usual. For god’s sake, passing out less than 3 feet from the doorway? What an idiot. By the smell of vomit, he probably looked at the potted plant and though it was the toilet. He had just replaced it too, as without it, the most decorative thing in the whole room was his pc. Until he remember that today was tuesday. Nobody goes out on a Monday. He mutteres to himself,”nate, did you seriously raid the special occasion caninet because you survived a Mond-“, before gasping at the sound of his voice.
it took a while to get used to his new appearance in the bathroom mirror. His mom’s suggestion to get a more decorative mirror took on a new level of irony, as he now looked like an overly vain rich girl who spend an hour a day preparing her makeup. Or would, if he weren’t wearing a shirt that was now over three sizes too big. He poked and prodded at his new face, unfamiliar with the foreign layout. He had to run water over his eyes, to double check that he was in reality. It stung slightly, confirming the reality of his situation as he looked at the same image as three seconds ago. It was almost comical. How is it even possible to have pink eyes? They certainly weren’t conracts. As he shook his head and opened the bathroom door, the only thing that Nate could think of was, “how am I going to survive school?”
Nate tried to remember how he ended up like this, but the Only thing that came to mind were fuzzy memories of lying on the floor in excruciating pain. Nate, who was studying in his last year before finishing his bachelors in psychology, remembered one of the lessons he had watched on YouTube while trying to study. While the video itself did not have great information, it did talk about people’s reactions to extreme trauma. It seemed that his poor ability to recall the night before meant that he had repressed the memories to avoid acknowledging the pain he had suffered. He tsk’d in a way he would have undoubtedly felt was cute from his old perspective; his inability to piece together what had happened was an annoyance, but there was nothing he could do about it. Only time could help. But for right now, he was starving. He had slept too deeply and missed his midnight snack. For now, a cookie would suffice, although he knew that it wouldn’t really fill him up.
it took a suprising amount of effort to surmount the fridge, but with a bit of clever maneuvering and a makeshift stool, he could finally reach the cookie jar. He took the jar from atop the fridge and barely managed to get it down from atop his slender fingertips. His new body had the advantage of being slightly more flexible, so the stretch was easier to make. Of course, ideally, there would be no need to stretch in the first place, but Nate could make do. as he finally lifted the the top. And reached in for a cookie, he casually wondered if his hair was dyed. Then stress caused him to reach for another cookie.
now that his blood sugar was pumping, Nate needed to come to a decision. He knew what he wanted to do, which was to stay at home for today and try to forget the world around him, but he also needed information. He didn’t know what course of action was needed here. Thoughts raced through his head. Who should I ask about this. Do I go to the hospital? How will I confirm my identity for insurance? How do I confirm my identity for a job? I won’t be able to use my birth certificate. How am I supposed to live from now on? How will I pay the landlord? Will my parents accept me?Am I the only one this has happened to? What if everyone is a girl now and we are facing human extinction? Assuming that I live my life as a girl from now on, how would i be social? What happens if I forget who I am? Is that the same as dying? Why can’t I just be the same?
At the exact moment of the end of his thinking, he experienced a small dizzy spell. “I must be dehydrated”, he thought, and promptly drank a glass of water.
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