#stefaniem

No, no, no. She was dreaming--no, having a fucking nightmare. She was sweating way too much, and these silk sheets were way too hot. Her limbs were too long, everything was too awkward. She threw the comforter off the bed and screamed when she saw her body. There was no way she was in the body of a white, pubescent boy. She shuddered and gingerly pulled up her boxers and took a peek just to be sure, which was a terrible idea because it made the situation seem all the more real. She jumped out of bed and in her panic, she felt an unfamiliar sort of magic rise within her. The next thing she knew, her limbs were shorter--fuzzier--and all she could do was bleat.