... ohh what the fuck? Why i have boobs? Wait, this isn't my bath. Where am i?
I thought: what happened
I thought: i remember smoking that cigarette. But it was a normal cigarette wasn't it
I thought: why my voice sound different, i should close my eyes and open them again and find my self out of this horrible dream.
But unfortunately that didn't happen, so i got up and went off the tub.
" HOLLY FUCKING JUSUS CHRIST" i screamed as i saw my self in the foggy mirror, "YOU HAVE TO PUT 2 DOLARS ON THE SWEARING JAR" a lady said I had blond hair and i was as white as donald trump, i didn't like myself so the trump metaphor is correct, my eyes were green and i had a perfectly shaped nose with a sexy pair of lips. Myself seemed familiar to me but i couldn't think of when or where i've see this person. Ohh yeah it was the girl i saw in college the one who wouldn't stop talking but what im doing here?
I put a towel around my hips and got off.
I thought: this house is aranged so good that it bothers me
I thought: this girl is rich
I thought: who is this weird looking guy looking at me and why is he screaming.
" why are you naked? That is a shame. Natalie our daughter is naked"
I thought: our daughter? Ohh so he must be my dad
I thought: i am wearing a towel
I looked down and fuck i was naked.
I thought: run run run run
And so i run away and holding so damn tight to that town, i guess they've seen enough.
I saw a pink door and i got it. There were a queen size bed and a closet so big with so many colored clothes that i felt like this girl must be a fucking unicorn or something.
I don't even know what to think at this moment and i don't even care. this is probably a dream. This room is soo girly that it feels weird sleeping in it, i mean i already have a blond hair and look like a girl, sleeping here will probably make me think of cute guys in the morning and i have no intreste in that, i grabbed her phone and started scrolling her messages, don't judge me i've already seen everything, and i was not happy of how social this girl is and have too many friends and followers and all that attention, well based on what i've said you should've know me at least this much and obviously this is so not my type of girls nor her friends are.
i thought: i can look up my profile
i thought: i can text myself and talk to myself
and so i looked my profile in instagram and i requested a follow which sucked because i was in no business of waiting till i could hear a knock on the door followed by some male voice " hello sweeties can i come in" so this must be james the dad, i was confused and started panicking, "sure come in" and i regreted it as soon as i said it,i could've said something else but i'm dumb when i'm panicking don't judge me. "how are you doing sweetie?" , "i am just tired and wanna sleep,and i am sorry about what happened earlier." i tried my best to be a typical girl. " it is okay honey, i just wanted to talk to you about......." as the notification of myself accepting myself interupted him, " please can we talk about this tomorrow i really need to sleep" " sure sweetheart" and he gave me a forehead kiss and left and i couldn't stop thinking of how stupid that conversation sounded, but i have to dm myself since i accepted myself, it's kinda weird that i followed such a profile, i mean that is the weirdest thing that ever happened to me this night.
-hey? who are you? and why are you in me ? or is me in you? i really don't know.
- fucking hell what happened?
-i have no idea but i am in your body since i smoked that cigarette you gave me
-shit that is what happened to me too, i took a bath and smoked a cigarette and now i am in your body and what the hell is your room? can't you just clean?
- this is coming from miss unicorn, do you poop m&m? too much colors,
-at least i am clean.
-no you are a fucking shitty person for giving me that cigarette, what is it and how can i be myself again?
-i didn't knew this could happen, it is just a cigarette someone gave me in jamaica, he gave me two, and i was nice enough to give you one you duchebag
- and now? i will stay trapped in here? excuse my french but i'd rather kill myself.
- i have no idea.
- you really is helpful, i will see you tomorrow at the entry of the university and do not talk to anyone, don't ruin my social life, ps: your dad saw me naked, and by me i mean you
i could see her writing as i turned the phone off.
