BRRRING! BRRRRING! BRRRRING!
I switched off the alarm on my iPhone and groaned in annoyance from the headache it was causing me. I had a hangover from the party my best friend Adrian had for my last couple of days in Florida, but I don't remember anything that happened there.
I slowly got up from my bed, holding on to my head, groaning, and walked towards my bathroom to take a piss.
'God damn it...I fucking hate hangovers.' I thought while reaching into my pants, but I didn't feel anything there. I tried looking down into my pajama pants that I was wearing but couldn't see anything; something on my chest was blocking my vision.
"What the hell?" I said, confused, as I placed my hands on my chest only to come in contact with two soft objects. I gave them a squeeze and looked at my hands to see that they were feminine. I quickly went over to the bathroom mirror and took a look at myself, and what I saw staring back at me was a girl.
I looked behind me, hoping that I just happened to be invisible and that there was a girl using the mirror behind me, but when I turned my head, so did the feminine figure staring back at me.
'Was that...me? No, it couldn't be.'
My short dirty blonde hair that was styled in a faux hawk is gone, and my hair is now long and stopped at my back; my eyelashes were longer, making my light brown eyes pop, my butt was bigger, and most importantly, my precious general was gone.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" I yelled out, but it came out as a girly scream.
"No, no, no, no, noooooo...this is all some bad dream. Yup, just some bad dream."
I tried slapping myself, which was a bad idea because I felt the pain on my right cheek, letting me know that it wasn't a dream but also made the hangover worse.
I ran out of the bathroom, not having to go to the bathroom anymore, and out of my room, heading down the stairs and into the kitchen, where my mom was making breakfast, and my dad was reading the morning paper while drinking his coffee.
"Mom!...Dad! Something's wrong!" I yelled out in my now girlish voice, making my dad look up from his paper while my mom screamed, turning around, and making a one-sided cooked pancake fall to the floor. Their faces showed the same look of confusion.
"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house, young lady?" My father asked as he took in my feminine figure.
"Dad, it's me...Alex." I told him seriously, but he just let out a non-humorous laugh while getting up from his seat and walking towards me. He grabbed me by my arm and started leading me towards the stairs.
"I'm not your father, young lady. Alex! Alex, get your ass down here now. Why is there a girl in the house without my permission?"
"Ugh, Dad. I'm right here. I'm Alex. I'm right in front of you. Mom, help me, please." I said, letting out a frustrated groan. Quickly, I got free from my dad's grip on my arm and ran over to my mother, going to her side as she cleaned up the mess of the pancake that was on the floor.
"Young lady, get back here and stop calling us mom and dad. We are not your parents." My dad said, getting pissed while walking over.
"Yes, you are...I can prove it."
"There is nothing to prove. No-"
"Your names are Marie and Alan, and you've been married for about 20 years or so; you had me when mom was eighteen on July 25, 1996, and gave me the name Alexander Gray; I have always caused trouble by the time I was 2 years old. Oh, and Dad, you sneaked up on a woman and accidentally kissed her thinking it was Mom at th-" I said, interrupting my father as I tried to come up with a list of things that I knew but was interrupted by my mom.
"You what!" she yells out, looking at Dad, making him clear his throat. Then she looks at me with a glare.
"That was by accident," Dad said to Mom and looked back at me. And you probably heard those things from Alex?" he said, crossing his arms.
I let out a sigh and ran my hands over my face. "Fine, how about you guys ask the questions then?"
"Okay then." My mom said, " Where is my son?"
"Like I said before. I'm right in front of you."
"But you're a girl." She said, looking at me from head to toe.
"I know, Mom, but Adrian might know something since I was just fine yesterday, and plus these clothes don't fit me anymore. Do you have any clothes I can borrow?" I said, leaning onto the counter on my elbows with my legs slightly open. My mom catches on to this and steps closer to me, grabbing my face in between her hands and taking a closer look at my face.
"Alex? Is that really you."
"Yes, it is. I've been trying to tell you." I said, looking into the light brown eyes that I had gotten from her. She lets my face go and covers her mouth.
"Oh, come on, Marie. Are you really going to believe what this girl says?"
"Alan, shut up and take a closer look at her...him? Who does she look like? " my mom says, hitting my dad on the arm and waving her hand towards me to make Dad get a good look at me. My dad sighs while tilting his head back before looking back at me and taking me in. His eyes start to get wider the more he looks at me.
"She looked like you when you were younger. Is that really you, Alex? How are you, a girl?"
"That's what I like to know. I was myself when I went to the party that Adrian had for me, but when I woke up, I found myself as a girl. My key is now a key whole dad. A freaking keyhole. I want to be the entree, not the entered." I told my dad and mom, whining at the end, making them laugh. "It's not a laughing matter. This is serious!"
"I don't know. I always wanted a daughter. I was going to name her Alexis Sandra Gray, " my mom said, grabbing my arm and leading me down the stairs to my room.
"Mom, you can't be serious."
"I am dead serious now. Hurry up and take a shower because we're going to buy you some clothes before we leave in two days. I'll be waiting in the car, " my mother said, making my mouth hang in disbelief. I just sighed and quickly went into my bathroom to take a shower, but when I entered the bathroom, I had to use the restroom again.
I felt awkward that I now had to dry myself instead of shake and go like before. Sighing, I grabbed some toilet paper and dried myself, but I accidentally hit the sensitive area, making me gasp because of the weird sensation I got.
'What the fuck was that?' I thought before pulling on my pajama pants, walking to my bathroom sink, and washing my hands. Then, I put some toothpaste on my toothbrush to brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I looked at myself in the mirror again.
"Okay, I guess it's time to take that shower," I said to myself, walking toward the shower and turning it on to the right temperature by using my hand to examine the water to see if it was okay.
I then walked to the hamper in the bathroom and stripped off my clothes until I was in my birthday suit. I walked back to the mirror to examine my female body. I placed my hands on my bare chest again and saw that they were softer without a shirt blocking them, unlike some women whose breasts are more on the firm side, and my skin was soft and smooth like silk.
After examining myself, I decided that it was about time I jumped in the shower. When I got under the water, I jumped back out, squealing.
"Oh shit! That's hot!"
Curse you hand for making me think it was the right temperature. Quickly adjusting the temperature, I began washing my body, or what was my body? When I was done, I grabbed shampoo and washed my hair. Once I was done with everything, I stepped out and began drying myself. I towel-dried my hair to the best of my ability, then grabbed the blow dryer to dry it completely.
After I was done blow-drying my hair, I went to my closet, opened it, and grabbed black skinny jeans and a small red shirt that didn't fit me anymore. I went downstairs and put on a pair of my mom's black Converse shoes since my shoes were too big for me now. I grabbed a red and black cap and placed it on my head. I walked out towards my mom's white Nissan Altima 2013 and got in. Not long after, we were off towards the Mall.
About 25 minutes later, we reached the Mall and parked. I got out of the car, getting looks from the people walking to and from the Mall. I started to get embarrassed and looked at my mother.
"Can we please hurry this up? They probably think I'm gay, which I technically am." I told her, speeding, walking towards the Mall, holding on to my pants, and making sure they didn't fall. Wondering how some guys can let it sag pass their buts. It is so uncomfortable and makes you walk like a penguin. It's like you're inviting yourself to get fucked, and it's unattractive.
"Hey, Alexis, you better slow down." My mom said, trying to catch up, but instead of slowing down, I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to look at her.
"Did you just call me Alexis?" I asked my mother with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, I did. Now let's get you some proper clothes, " she said, pushing me into the Mall.
"Can't you just call me Alex? It is a unisex name, after all."
"Nope." She said, popping the 'p', making me groan. "And besides, your name is still there, just with an 'is' at the end.
"You know what? I'm gonna pick out a quick outfit and pay for it because I need to know what happened to me by calling Adrian, and please, Mom, if you're going to buy outfits, no skirts or dresses, please." I told her seriously
"Ugh, fine, but first, come with me." She grabbed my hand and led me towards the section where the girls' undergarments were.
"Mom, are you serious?" I asked, looking at her with wide eyes, and my mouth hung open.
"I am very serious. You are not going anywhere without wearing one of these, " she said, holding up a black size D 36 bra. " I mean, look at yourself; your nipples are evident through your shirt." She told me, making me look down to see what she said was right. She quickly took the bra from her hands and walked around quickly, looking for an outfit.
Once I was done looking for an outfit, I went to the cashier and paid for it. The lady in front gave me weird looks from the clothes I was wearing, but I just stared back at her as if saying, 'Is there a problem.' Making her look down and continue scanning the clothes. When she was done, the total came out to $126.98. I gave her the money and quickly ran to changing room #7, quickly stripping out of the clothes that I was wearing, putting on the black panties, and looking at the bra, wondering how to put it on.
I grabbed my phone and sent my mother a message.
Mom: Can you come to changing room #7? I need your help.
Not long after, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it slightly to make sure it was my mother, and when I saw that it was her, I stepped back to let her in.
"What is it, Alexis? " she said, making me sigh when she called me Alexis again, but I didn't really care what she called me anymore.
"How do you put this on?" I asked her, holding up the bra. She stared at it and looked back at me, grabbing it.
"Well, the easiest way to do it is by attaching it in the front first, " she said as she wrapped the bra around me and attached it in the front. "Then you turn it around so that it is facing you, put your arms through the straps, adjust your breasts in the bra, and then you're done, " she said.
"Wow, it's that simple, huh. Thanks, Mom; now let me finish getting dressed." I said, pushing my mom out of the dressing room
"Alright, alright, no pushing." She said, giggling a bit, making me shake my head before I started putting on a red long-sleeve crop top shirt showing off my toned stomach, and some black skinny jeans while putting on my mom's black Converse and the red and black cap I had in reverse. I looked at myself in the mirror, and if I say so myself. I look damn hot as a girl.
When I was done getting ready, I grabbed the clothes I had been wearing before and left the dressing room, searching for my mother. As I was looking for her, the guys in the store were staring at me with their mouths hanging open, making their girlfriends or probably sisters stare at me with glares and others with shock at their boyfriends, slapping them on the arm, making me hold back a laugh.
After searching for a while, I finally found my mom and placed the clothes I had worn before in the cart.
"Hey, Mom, I'll be back. I will be at the store at the end of the block. I'm going to text Adrian to meet me there. There's no need to wait for me; I'll take a ride back with him. See you later," I said, giving her a hug.
"Alright, be safe. Love you." My mother said before breaking the hug.
"Always," I replied before walking out of the store and taking out my phone to call Adrian. However, I remembered I'm a girl now, so I texted him instead.
Me: Yo
Adrian: Lo, what's up
Me: Meet me at the coffee shop at the end of the block next to the Mall.
Adrian: u mean Starbucks?
Me: Yeah man, the S shop
Adrian: Haha, alright bro be there in 15.
Me: Alright cool
After texting Adrian, I walked towards Starbucks and through the door toward the line. When it was my turn, I ordered two strawberry smoothies.
"Your total will be $8.98," the guy behind the counter said, smiling at me. I just smiled back, gave him $10, got my change, walked towards a free seat by the window, and began waiting for Adrian.
After about 18 minutes of waiting, Adrian finally enters through the door. I look at his short, shaggy brown hair, blue button-up shirt, beige cargo shorts, and blue vans. His gray eyes search for me, but he becomes confused when he doesn't see me, so I text him.
Me: Look near the window
He looked at his phone and read the text before looking up from his phone and looking at where I was sitting, so I waved him over. He pointed at himself, confused, and mouthed 'me,' and I just nodded. He shrugged and walked towards me.
"Um...hey, I'm Adrian.
"Yeah, I know Adrian. I'm the one who called you here." I said, handing him his strawberry smoothie
"Okay, where is Alex then?" He said, taking a sip from the smoothie.
"I'm right here," I told him seriously, but he ended up almost choking on his drink.
"Haha, that's a good one. Where is he, seriously?" he said, laughing, but when he looked at my face and saw that I was serious, he stopped laughing and cleared his throat.
"Alright, then, what is Slasher's code."
"It's my code."
"Then what are Slasher's seven codes and golden rule?"
I let out a sigh and recited my code with a tone of anger. " A cheater will always cheat; a liar will always lie. A cheater's heart is cold, and a liar's heart is ice. If she isn't the one, she isn't worth the fight. For these rules are Slashers code:
1-> If she is too clingy, she isn't worth it
2-> If she calls every day, she isn't worth it
3-> If she doesn't trust anything, you say she isn't worth it
4-> If she uses you as your personal bank, she isn't worth it
5-> If she thinks she can control you, back off immediately
6-> When the lioness roars walk out the door( if she fights a lot leave)
7-> If she flirts with other guys, it's due to hurt
Golden rule-> If you pass these rules of slasher, then your love, I'll reconsider.
Adrian takes another sip from his smoothie before nodding his head in approval.
"You're definitely Alex Gray." He said, taking in my girl's body.
"And you knew that just from me reciting the code of slasher?" I asked him while crossing my arms over my chest and raising an eyebrow at him.
"Not really, since those rules were created by you ever since Ashley, the only girl you ever had feelings for, always used all those 7 rules on you. Whenever Alex, I mean you recite the codes, you always have a tone of anger in your voice, but what's confusing right now is why are you a girl."
"That's what I'd like to know. What did I do at the party yesterday? Was I with anyone? Did I make some weird wish under a bright star, but my words were so slurred that I got misunderstood? I just need to know what the hell happened to me, Aid!!!" I yelled out, then slammed my hand on the table, grabbing people's attention.
"Sorry, there's nothing to see here," Adrian said to the people staring. Well, I don't know what you did, but I'm pretty sure I saw you with Isis.
"Isis? You mean gothic chick Isis, who is always wearing black and who people say is a witch by how she looks."
"Yup, the one and only. You two went up to one of the rooms and probably got down and dirty cause the next thing I know, Isis runs down the stairs whispering, 'he'll pay, he'll pay, he'll pay' before walking out the door. She is probably a witch because if you're Alex, You messed up big time."
As Adrian told me, bits and pieces of last night started to appear. I remember dancing with someone, kissing someone, bringing someone to a room, and getting down and dirty with them, but I couldn't believe it was Isis.
Then, all of it started coming to me as the night played through my head.