Flash Fiction Shots

Changed

I woke up feeling different, not a bad different but feeling weird. I could hear and smell everything around me and even though it was dark I could see everything in my room I could see every little detail of my bed, my bedside table, my drawings...

I swung my legs out of my bed and sat up, I looked down ad saw my toes. I saw my dark skin on my legs with cuts and bruises all over them. I saw my stomach rolling over itself, the fat jiggling every time I move. I see my flat chest pushed against myself with a sport bra. I looked up and looked at myself in the mirror well tried to. All i saw was another person, and that confused me. I wasn't a girl anymore, in the mirror I was a boy, I had short hair, white skin. I shut my eyes and shook my head hoping that when i looked up again and it would be me. I opened my eyes slowly and looked up, there I was in the mirror, back to myself. I blinked. What had just happened? 

I looked over to my dresser and saw my phone laying there, I got up and picked it up. I sat back down on my bed and looked through my messages I had received. I saw a photo pop u and i clicked on it. I saw it was one of my close friends, next to our favorite idol. I sighed and looked down at the rolls of fat i had on my stomach and my thighs getting bigger as I sat. I wish I could be like her, but as i thought that I got a weird tingling sensation in my chest, I closed my eyes and put my hand up to where it hurt and pushed, hoping it would relive it. After a while the pain went away but when I looked up at the mirror again I noticed that I had too. In my place was my best friend. I jumped up dropping my phone and screamed in the process, i then knocked over my guitar and tripped over my shoes. My face fell on the floor and I pushed myself back up. I looked and saw my hands were thinner with carefully placed on stickers and I could see that my skin was lighter. 

I wished to know what happened.

I wish to be myself again.

I closed my eyes and laid back down on the floor, crying.

And when I opened my eyes and saw my own hands and the rolls of fat. 

I thought to myself

I am never going to be the same again.