Deviation Actions
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Just a dream.
My girlfriend broke up with me over this transgender shit. She didn’t understand what it meant. Just because I want to live life in a woman’s body, doesn’t mean I’m gay. Well, I’m not fully gay. I definitely swing both ways, but she wouldn’t hear it. She couldn’t comprehend it. So maybe a revenge plan, or maybe trying to help in a misguided way, she poisons my drink at a staff night out, and I wake up in another body. A woman’s body. God knows what she was thinking, but it didn’t stop there. I get the impression it was a ‘see how the other half lives’ situation. She wanted me to see that the grass wasn’t as green as I might have thought. Above all, I think she wanted to hurt me.
There’d been a guy too. She’d caught me on the internet with him swapping stories and chatting, but she knew there was more to it than that. He had gone to my old high school, kind of bullied me, and I don’t know… He just seemed so nice now. Of course, he was straight, so I had to use the photo of a model from a page somewhere. We sparked off, and I genuinely looked forward to coming home from college on an evening and hitting him up again. It was casual, and while he asked to chat in real life, meet up or something, I’d deflect these. I just wanted to talk, and for the moment, it seemed like he was ok with that.
Anyways, she found out, and that definitely factored in the break up. It was as if my male self still loved her, but the woman inside me needed someone too. I don’t know. I didn’t know then when she was screaming, and I didn’t know waking up in the sweat stained darkness, fumbling about in the shadows and realising that something was terribly wrong.
Just a dream.
Stolen medical supplies from the gender change company, slipped in my drink. Stumbled home. Fell into bed. Woke up insane.
Just a bad dream.
It’s embarrassing to say, but since the breakup I’d been having increasing tendencies toward crossdressing, which had culminated in me sleeping in a negligee. I liked the feel of the soft silk against my skin. It filled out nicely, but I was still in denial.
Just a dream.
Just a nightmare.
She decides to up the ante even further. Not content to turn me into a woman, not content to ruin my whole life, take a monumental decision out of my hands. She had to involve him.
I still hadn’t gotten the courage back to speak to him online, having gone dark for a couple of weeks, but it was always my intentions to resume the talking. It was nice to have someone that liked me for me. Anyways, she somehow gets his contact details, claims to be me, and invites him to the apartment. Not only do I wake up in a woman’s body, not only do I wake up scared and alone, but I woke up with someone in my room. Someone who thought I’d invited them to be there. It only took a moment though to realise.
Not a dream.
I looked up to see that man who had occupied my mind for so long, the one I had wanted and dreamt about, in the body I had wanted and dreamt about. I knew it wasn’t a nightmare. It was a dream come true.
He climbed into the sheets, as if we were completely comfortable with each other, and we spent the rest of our lives from there. Man and woman.
Just a lifetime.
