CHAPTER 2
The next morning came. I woke up by the sun shine this time, holding me back to fall asleep again. I decided to get up. I feel a bit lighten. A little taller, a little muscular. Thinking that the skimmed milk I bought, the advertisement I have always seen on the tele helped me be this way. My eyes are still barely wide open, scratched my head a few strolls and reached for the bathroom. After I've done urinating, I washed my hands. Taking a toothbrush and took a quick look on the mirror and there I was, shocked.
My eyes were finally wide open! Felt my face and pulled my hair as I looked at myself deeply. Trying to do some face expressions and moved a few times.
I'm still the same Billy Montburg. I have the same eyes, nose and lips. It's just the fact that I seem to be older. And having facial hair.. Not that I have a big self-esteem but I'm pretty good looking. I have a fantastic body but the thing is, how did I get like this?
"This. This is not happening. This is not real." I said to myself shaking. Thinking I have finally lost it. "This is only a dream. A very weird dream." Slapping myself a few times. I caught my own attention as I noticed my deep, deep voice. "AAAAAAAAAH!!!!" I screamed in horror, I decided to look for mom.
I open the bathroom door and slammed it back in. This is madness but I thought it's kind of intriguing too. I noticed I'm in a different house. It's pretty neat and very grown-up looking. The furniture is all made of leather texture, the tables are in black wood, the walls are all grey and there's a huge plasma tele right infront of me. As I walked a few more steps to the kitchen; astonished, looking around everywhere with my jaw wide open. "Oh my God, where the fu-" I couldn't finish my sentence.
Now I'm in this strange living room, right now I'm looking at one corner where this guy, right here that I'm trapped in this body, has took lots of pictures WITH celebrites and famous people like; George Clooney, Barack Obama, Megan Fox, Disney stars, rock bands, the beatles, Brad Pi- and "Oh my God!" I interrupted my own mind. Closely I look at the pictures where I have been modeled at one private beach. Sun tanned, hair blown because of the wind, but what really caught my attention is those abs! I pulled my shirt up to see if its real or just edited. But its not. I touched it and tried to even punch it. Nothing. This is really getting more confusing. I then settled down sitting in this black leather couch with my hand on my head, trying to figure out how did this- how did all of this happen. Face palmed.
And then it hit me. It's all a blur but, I think it's that stupid wish I made on my 13th birthday cake. Oh yes. Yes. YES. That's it. Wait- oh no. No. No. No! I'm afraid I'll be stuck in this body forever. I looked down on the table infront of me, with the mails half of them not opened yet. I took a pile of them and squinted my eyes.
"Billy Montburg, Billy Montburg, Billy Montburg.." I murmured as I flip to mail by mail. This. This is my real life now. Wait, if this is it then.. I studied the mail again, not opening it but to see what date is it. This really widen my eyes. More then all of the crap anime eyes. "July 5" This is the year 2022th! I have missed 10 years of my life! Oh great, and the next two weeks is my birthday again.
"That's.. that's great. Completely! Just great!" I shooked my head as I said it sarcasticly.
