Changed

My upper lip felt itchy, like my mustache, which I just waxed yesterday, hadn't even happened! That 35.00 dollars, wasted.

Well, I guess I'd have to wax it myself. It was pitch black in my bedroom, while stumbling out of bed, I hit my knee on the sideboard. "Damn it," I reached down to comfort my throbbing knee, I retracted my hand back so fast I almost slapped myself in the face. My knee felt like my pubic hair had a reproductive orgy all over my knee cap! The hair was as thick as an overgrown yard! What was going on? I raced through the dark, by memory, to the bathroom. I flicked the light on so quickly I was blinded. For a moment I couldn't see anything. I rubbed my eyes until the light bulbs, my sink and the bathroom rug became visible. I opened and closed my eyes slower and focused on the mirror. A scream deep and resounding came out of my mouth. I yelled for what seemed like an eternity. I put both hands over my lips to stop the primal hysterics.

My hair was short, think and darker than my usual color. I had a full on mustache, my eyebrows were thick, like two adult caterpillars were resting above my eyes. The shocking part, the wondrous, horrifying reality was I was a man! A man!!! Was I dreaming? I slapped myself, I almost knocked myself out, I had a new strength which I didn't possess last evening. What had happened? What had I eaten? Had I been poisoned? Why was this happening? My thoughts were interrupted by my alarm going off for the second time this morning. I checked the time on my phone. I had thirty minutes to get to work! What was I going to do? I couldn't go to work! Besides the obvious fact of not owning any men's attire, I was a man! My employer for the last five years expected me as a woman. No one would believe I'd had an overnight sex change. Some change yes, like a new haircut, new clothes, sure, but I was Changed!!! I needed my mother!