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“What would that b-”
He swings the pendulum in front of you again, putting you right back into trance. You manage to keep just a bit of will, but you don’t know if you could fight any changes, although you’re sure he’ll make good ones.
“You’re older.”
“O-Older?” What does he mean? You’re 18...right? You’ll be 19 in about 6 months. Why is he saying you’re older, and why does your body feel funny?
“Older. You’re 24. You act and think like you are 24, and you are physically 24.”
“I’m...I’m what?” You feel so weird, and you fail to notice you are changing but in the smallest and most discrete ways; your hair’s dyed a dirty blonde, your hips are wider, and your boobs are bigger. Your body is just a bit bigger, in fact. This feeling is like your first semester of colle-wait, you didn’t go to college! But why do you remember it?
“You are 24.
“I’m 24?” You ask, your memories a total haze. You couldn’t really still be a teenager...right? Right?
You ARE 24.”
“I’m 24,” you sat at last, your memories finally falling into place. Of course you are 24. 24 felt so old a second ago, but now you’d argue (as alwags) that it is still young. You love being an adult but still have that youthful energy to you, and you could pass as a teen. Just last week you get to show your ID twice at the club to prove it was real. You think 24 is a good age, and you know you still have time to figure stuff out. You have your degree but you still need to put it to good use, after all.
“You are confident in your appearance.”
“I’m confident in...my appearance,” you say assuredly. You were modest in high school but you definitely outgrew that a bit. You go to clubs and you went a little blonde and, like your cute but certainly attractive clothes you are now wearing, you feel like you have struck a good balance. Modesty is great but you are confident enough to show off a bit (and boy, you love how high the cut is on the skirt you have on).
“Lovely. And you’re bisexual.”
Your whole body jerks. That doesn’t sound right.
“Um, no...I’m s-straight...” you profess. You certainly have nothing against being bi or anything else for that matter, but you know you’re straight. It’s that simple. It’s a fact of life.
“You are bisexual.”
“I’m bi...b-bi...” you begin, still feeling like this is wrong. How could he just assume stuff like that? You’ve only ever done stuff with guys, but in truth you’ve certainly found girls attractive, too. In college, for example you had a small crush on your sophomore year roommate Diana (with her massive breasts and angelic face), but it was just a crush and nothing more. It was more of an appreciation of her appearance, or at least that’s what you told yourself. If anything, you’re bi-curious, but you’ve never seriously considered entering a relationship with a girl.
“You are unequivocally bisexual.”
“I’m...unequivocally...bisexual,” you declare. You don’t know how he guessed, but you are. You knew you were bi once you hit puberty and just as the guys suddenly became attractive, so did the girls. This one girl, Abby, was your first kiss at a party, and that snob Adam was your second kiss (at the same party). Though so young, you knew how you felt; they both excited you. Your parents were accepting when you came out out to them in middle school, and from there most people were accepting, too. You’ve been with several guys and girls, but your college girlfriend Diana was something special. She knew exactly how to please you physically, and that was the just one of her many amazing qualities. It’s a shame she moved across the country for her job. You’ve had a quit a few one-night stands since, but nothing intimate like Diana.
“Very nice, very nice,” says the man, smiling.
He swings the pendulum in front of you again, putting you right back into trance. You manage to keep just a bit of will, but you don’t know if you could fight any changes, although you’re sure he’ll make good ones.
“You’re older.”
“O-Older?” What does he mean? You’re 18...right? You’ll be 19 in about 6 months. Why is he saying you’re older, and why does your body feel funny?
“Older. You’re 24. You act and think like you are 24, and you are physically 24.”
“I’m...I’m what?” You feel so weird, and you fail to notice you are changing but in the smallest and most discrete ways; your hair’s dyed a dirty blonde, your hips are wider, and your boobs are bigger. Your body is just a bit bigger, in fact. This feeling is like your first semester of colle-wait, you didn’t go to college! But why do you remember it?
“You are 24.
“I’m 24?” You ask, your memories a total haze. You couldn’t really still be a teenager...right? Right?
You ARE 24.”
“I’m 24,” you sat at last, your memories finally falling into place. Of course you are 24. 24 felt so old a second ago, but now you’d argue (as alwags) that it is still young. You love being an adult but still have that youthful energy to you, and you could pass as a teen. Just last week you get to show your ID twice at the club to prove it was real. You think 24 is a good age, and you know you still have time to figure stuff out. You have your degree but you still need to put it to good use, after all.
“You are confident in your appearance.”
“I’m confident in...my appearance,” you say assuredly. You were modest in high school but you definitely outgrew that a bit. You go to clubs and you went a little blonde and, like your cute but certainly attractive clothes you are now wearing, you feel like you have struck a good balance. Modesty is great but you are confident enough to show off a bit (and boy, you love how high the cut is on the skirt you have on).
“Lovely. And you’re bisexual.”
Your whole body jerks. That doesn’t sound right.
“Um, no...I’m s-straight...” you profess. You certainly have nothing against being bi or anything else for that matter, but you know you’re straight. It’s that simple. It’s a fact of life.
“You are bisexual.”
“I’m bi...b-bi...” you begin, still feeling like this is wrong. How could he just assume stuff like that? You’ve only ever done stuff with guys, but in truth you’ve certainly found girls attractive, too. In college, for example you had a small crush on your sophomore year roommate Diana (with her massive breasts and angelic face), but it was just a crush and nothing more. It was more of an appreciation of her appearance, or at least that’s what you told yourself. If anything, you’re bi-curious, but you’ve never seriously considered entering a relationship with a girl.
“You are unequivocally bisexual.”
“I’m...unequivocally...bisexual,” you declare. You don’t know how he guessed, but you are. You knew you were bi once you hit puberty and just as the guys suddenly became attractive, so did the girls. This one girl, Abby, was your first kiss at a party, and that snob Adam was your second kiss (at the same party). Though so young, you knew how you felt; they both excited you. Your parents were accepting when you came out out to them in middle school, and from there most people were accepting, too. You’ve been with several guys and girls, but your college girlfriend Diana was something special. She knew exactly how to please you physically, and that was the just one of her many amazing qualities. It’s a shame she moved across the country for her job. You’ve had a quit a few one-night stands since, but nothing intimate like Diana.
“Very nice, very nice,” says the man, smiling.
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