Umm Okay, so I really don't know how to begin here Sorry, I'm a little shaky right now and I'm kinda freaking out. I guess Look, I know that anybody out there reading this is going to think it's a joke or something like that, but it's not. I'm in a really weird, messed up place right now, so I hope this all makes sense. Something is seriously wrong
I woke up this morning and went to work, just like I would any day of the week and Okay, I don't even know why I'm bothering with this. Nobody's gonna believe me and even if you did what could you really do? Anyway, I was feeling tired when I got home, so I went downstairs and fell asleep on the couch. I was just gonna take a quick nap and well I don't know, write or play videogames or something like that. In fact, I'd started stupid, but how could I have really known? I'd read this branch, and then started looking back at some of the stuff I'd already posted in my Wishing Alone branch Sorry, my thoughts are so jumbled. I knew something was wrong as soon as I woke up, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I got up and stumbled into the bathroom and Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god Sorry, still a little flustered.
Anyway I stepped into the bathroom and unzipped, ready to drain the lizard as it were I can't believe this is happening and and well, I might as well come out and say it. I felt something warm dribbling down against my leg and when I looked down This isn't real! This can't really be happening! Okay, deep breath Tag Well, the lizard was gone! Just I mean It wasn't there anymore! Believe me, what you're reading right now is downright calm compared to the state of mind I was in at that moment. I reached down, hoping that my eyes were playing tricks on me, but well, they weren't. It was gone! Gone! GONE!
Calming down now Sorry about that. Instead of finding my penis down there, I felt a crevice, blanketed in a very thin layer of dark curly hair. I didn't want to turn around, but I couldn't stop myself. It was slow. You know those overly dramatic scenes in movies, where they slow the speed way down to help convey the emotional trauma that the character is feeling. Well, it was like that. What seemed like years later, when I finally did catch my reflection in the mirror well, I screamed. What else could I really do? I mean what would you do? What the fuck would you do?
It wasn't me staring back, and yet I knew it was. I was lucky that my dad and sister weren't home because I'm sure they would have come running down to see who was being murdered in the basement. It was a looking back at me. She, trust me at that point I wasn't comfortable attributing the word "I" to what I was seeing, had long dark hair and deep blue eyes that looked as terrified as I knew I felt. I could see her moderate breasts straining against the dark navy t-shirt she was wearing, and briefly wondered why she was wearing my clothes. Up till that point, I don't think I truly realized who I was looking at.
When it hit me, I screamed again. I remember telling myself that I had to be dreaming. This kind of thing just doesn't happen in real life right? I mean, the Jon posting was clever and amusing, but It couldn't have really been him? Could it? I remember standing there in a daze, though I'm not sure how long it lasted. It started to dawn on me that the woman in the mirror had a certain familiarity about her. It was when I thought about the Jon posting again that it hit me. If she'd been a few years younger, she would have looked exactly like the Natalie character I created in my branch. The one I'd turned Jon
I cried for about a half an hour afterward, begging the universe in general to change me back. Of course nothing happened I just don't know what to do now. I'm literally beside myself. I heard my family get home about a half an hour ago, and I've been holed up in my bedroom ever since. I can spend the rest of the night in here, maybe call in sick tomorrow at work, but to what end? I can't hide out forever, completely give up on my life, and yet
I haven't been able to look at myself in the mirror again. Hell, I'm doing everything I can not to look down, because I'm not sure I can take it. Everything else in my life is the same. Nothing in the house has changed, not even my clothes. Not that I'm in any kind of a place to want to change clothes right now.
I'm scared
Jon! If you're out there, I want you to know I'm sorry! I had no idea that you were real and I was doing real damage. If you're reading this, I'm begging you Begging You!
Please, change me back!
