Hells Belles 👀👀👀
WIP Wednesday 10/04/23 (CLOSED) | Helles Belles
Seth took a deep breath and stood up once again. He decided to try to find a bathroom to wash his face. That would set him straight. Get him back on track. He found it right next to the bedroom. He looked around slightly before spotting the sink and he washed his face, calming down the more he rubbed his face with the extremely nice soap and warm water. He stood up straighter and found himself not recognizing the person he found staring back in the mirror. Their features were soft and feminine, his bleached hair was no longer bleached. Instead, it was extremely healthy, and his mousey brown hair was a deeper redder brown. . . like his momma’s hair but better. His hair was long, went to his chest where he was well endowed. His heart raced at every new feature. He looked like a woman. He wasn’t a woman. This wasn’t him. It wasn’t. It couldn’t. He needed help. He needed to find out if this was a joke.
Within his panic he existed the cabin and kept running till he met another door and exited that too. He ran out and nearly ran into a kind older woman who was holding a coffee mug.
“Oh, watch out dear—oh honey, are you okay? Did a family member pass?” She asked him and he shook his head.
“N-no um, I’m sorry, you wouldn’t know where I could receive help about this,” Seth asked the kind woman, and she tilted her head and looked confused as he gestured to the foreign body he was in.
“I do know where you can receive help, but uh, what exactly is the problem dear?” She answered and Seth looked around trying to put it into words.
“I wasn’t a woman when I—I died a man, this, this isn’t me,” Seth said frantically, and the woman’s eyes raised, and she gave him a very sympathetic look.
“Well, let’s go to the Hellp Desk, in fact I work there and I’m heading there now.” She said and Seth felt like he was in the presents of a kinder version of his mom. “I’m Judy by the way.”
“Seth,” Seth said back, and she chuckled a bit before hooking Seth’s arm with her own.
“You certainly don’t look like a Seth,” She chuckled, and it made Seth chuckle as well. He never identified with his name because it was his father’s. Yet something else seems to be going on with that fact.