Dreams of a Child

Multi gendered Nightmare

[CAUTION: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE ELEMENTS. ONLY CONTINUE IF YOU ARE 18+]

Hands trailed down my thigh as I was carressed by whoever I had latched onto this time. He was possesive, and purely dominant over me. I let him as he pierced me, letting out a moan of passion. This was how it went night after night. This is my life as Ciel Phantomihive.

Sometime in the morning, I woke up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes. The sun was bright, and Sebastian was gone. I stared at my bedside in disgust, thinking of ways to reprimand him when suddenly, I felt an odd feeling in my pelvis. It was round, and heavy, like I had just eaten a meal too large for myself.

Getting out of the bed, I didn't bother to change out of the long and white button-up shit I was wearing. Focusing on the strange feeling, I also felt queasy. Lifting up my shirt, I shlid a hand down my stomach, and was met with a small, but definite bump. I slammed back into the bed, close to hyperventalation. I prayed I wouldn't get an athsma attack as I deceiphered what was happening to me. Was I pregnant? Had I gained weight? I couldn't have..Sebastian controls my eating, and I'm still a virgin--I'm also a boy!

Thinking these thoughts, I noticed another strange feeling. There was a tingling sensation in my chest, and another down below. After finding the reason for my first feeling, I wasn't too keen on searching up the reason for this was. But biting down on my lip, I lifted my shirt once more. What I saw--or didn't see--made me yelp in astonishment and frustration. My member was gone, replaced by....It was gone! Listing my shirt more, I looked at my chest, and instantly felt sick. I had brests. How could I be a girl?!

The time for panic definitely was now. Being a girl, I couldn't understand how I got pregnant, but I still couldn't understand it. Was it from all those times with all those different men? I shook my head violently. No, I was a boy at that time. There was no possible way. 

Running to the nearest full-body mirror, I stared at the small bump, a sickening feeling settling in my stomach--

I shot out of bed, panting and sweating, sick to my stomach, and still feeling the sensation of that bump. I scrambled out of my bed at looked at the clock; 6:15. A blue-ish-white light streamed through my window, bringing me back to reality. it was a lovely morning, but bound to be a terrible day as I rejected the urge to run to the bathroom for a quick vomit.