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“Happy birthday to me.”
I practically sighed at the small cake that I prepared for myself. My mind went towards self-loathing and denial, as it always had this time of year.
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The thread is open : PM me if you're interested to play as a pervert that targets poor Erika.
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“Happy birthday to me.”
I practically sighed at the small cake that I prepared for myself. My mind went towards self-loathing and denial, as it always had this time of year.
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Yes, I was the weirdo talking to myself - although, thankfully, no one was there to see or hear it. That would have been the last thing I needed...Angela, the freak talking to herself in self-pity. But while you read this, try to understand that it was my twenty second birthday and Halloween, at the same time. But instead of a party, whether to celebrate my birthday or Halloween, you know where I was going? To play some board games with some random people I met off Craigslist. I can vaguely recall the self-pity I had, hating myself and my crippling social anxiety to get anywhere in life.
I wanted to be someone else.
I wanted another life.
I blamed my body, to be perfectly honest. I was relentlessly teased throughout high school for being an "ironing board". You know the teasing from other girls my age, poking fun of the fact that I didn't have many curves and didn't develop as much as they did. In fact, my body didn't really develop much even throughout college. And here I was, working at some dead-end job at the mall and graduating in a few months with a degree in communications. Imagine that, a social outcast with a degree in communications.
I had two things that kept me occupied from my nightmare of a life - anime, and martial-arts. Yep, I was an anime fanatic and having read chapter upon chapter of various anime, well..I found myself wishing that I could live in that world. Imagine that, a world without many worries or awful people like those girls from high school. I wished that I could start over again, only in a perfect world.
I wish...
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And that's all I can remember.
What happened next was the craziest thing in the world - my wish came true. Though, I have to admit, I was taken aback from the whole ordeal...But hey, who am I kidding, I was freaking the hell out! When I first woke up in my 'bed room'. I remember opening my eyes and shouting in absolute shock when I glanced at what was in front of me, before I stumbled out of my bed.
This was a completely different world.
This world looked different than the one that I was used to - the real world, I mean. I couldn't put my finger on it though - it seemed that already within a few seconds that my mind was beginning to adjust until...well, I didn't really see anything wrong with the shape and dimensions of the things in front of me. But I knew that something just wasn't right. This thought, or vague feeling I had in my head just now, was enough to send shivers down my spine.
"Erika, what is it?!" I heard someone yell at me from downstairs. Although I didn't recognize the voice, somehow I knew that it was...my mom? My heart raced like you wouldn't believe when I heard those footsteps coming up from what seemed like downstairs. I needed to act fast; after all, I had no idea whether I was in the right place or not.
So, I took a chance.
"Nothing...mom." I replied with hesitation. My heart was pounding in anticipation when I waited for her reply:
"Okay. Hurry up though, you'll be late for school sweety!"
It took me a while, but I did get up and stood in front of my bed before I quickly stumbled back when I saw someone in front of me! Sheepishly, I slowly pulled myself up and saw that...that was my reflection.
Once again, I ask you to put yourself in my shoes; I was used to my "iron board" body - hell, I was in my body for twenty-two years! So, when I looked at the reflection and saw...this figure - a tall, red head with a ridiculous body. With my eyes wide open, I glanced at my reflection and saw the polar opposite of what I thought I looked like; the image in front of me seemed that of a teenager's perverted fantasy. I had all the curves of a porn-star and more - especially my chest! It was completely massive to the point where it felt disproportionate to my body. Immediately upon seeing them, I felt the sheer weight of these balloons weighing me down! With a hand, I quickly cupped myself and felt it overwhelm my tiny hand. Needless to say that I was in absolute shock. This wasn't me. I was in somebody else's body.
I think.
I immediately did my best to focus. I could...remember a number. Vaguely, but it was there for a moment. I picked up what looked like to be a cellphone, before I dialed that number...but there was no answer. Shit.
