Swept Away

Tomorrows are always as bad as Yesterdays. (2)

I had to sit down.

The two chairs that made up half of the furniture of my apartment were too far away for my wobbly legs, so I sat down on the edge of my small bathtub.

My brain, usually in perpetual overload actually shut up for once.

I don't know how long I sat there, my head down, my hands holding it.

It may not be glorious, but I wanted to call my mum.

But my phone was KIA. After yesterday's fiasco, it didn't turn on anymore.

Being a hero is definitely overrated. You get no recognition, and you break your stuff doing the heroics. Nothing good about it.

Well you don't have to look at a dismembered body. That's a plus I guess.

Oh ! It seems my overheated brain got back in action.

I got up and went to the balcony, really small, but the best part of where I lived, the pinnacle of my apartment, a sixth floor outside terrace, with a nice view of a park surrounded by buildings. It was usually super sunny too. Except that the weather decided to resemble my current mood. It may not have been raining but it couldn't have been more grim.

Having taken a new breath of fresh air, I got back inside, it was too chilly for me.

I proceeded making myself a cup of tea and a bowl of cereals. Like nothing was wrong.

No drug-induced body transformation, nope, nothing to see here.

I opened my laptop, it showed me that I had overslept.

Of course I had, my alarm was my phone.

« Eleven PM ? Shit am I nineteen again ? » I mumbled.

I saw my reflexion in the screen.

I closed my laptop.

Not facing it would be worst.

I knew it, I studied it, and I had said that very same thing before to a depressed friend, like a condescending University/College student who believes he knows everything better than the actual person concerned.

I frowned.

Self-depreciating wasn't helpful either.

I had to act, not stay in shock like a cute hamster.

Cute.

The vision of my face flashed in front of me.

« Fuck. » I cursed.

I was gonna act, fine.

But first I was finishing my tea, priorities right ?

I cleaned up my breakfast before going back to the bathroom. A five minutes delay before facing reality. Every second was good to take.

I looked at the small mirror. Same face, but not quite.

I noticed something new though. Something that wasn't quite right. I was sure I had a light stubble the day before, I didn't shave everyday, and I didn't yesterday. But my face was now devoid of any semblance of beard.

That was impossible.

I knew the sex-change drugs, heard about them from friends. My best friend had transitioned when she was a teen, and another girl friend had become a guy friend while I was studying. She, erm he had answered my questions about the different types of medicine given to him. What they were, what they did, I found it pretty cool and researched about it too. Estrogens, Testosterone, or derivatives of those particular hormones, that's what you used in those particular cases.