Erasure and new realities.

She felt so great, it had been so long until she had treated herself like this. Recollection of before were becoming blurry miasma. Vanishing forever into the ether. Now there was nothing left to do, it was probably best if she went home and started cleaning out her closet to make space for her new outfits. Her correct outfits. After dropping the bags into back of her car, she clambered into her car. Although, she was startled to notice that her seat was too far out. Must had hit the release accidentally when she left. Normally she was far more careful, but would be far from the first time this annoying car caused her issues. The more acceptance became the norm, the more the past and her memories were being altered and changed. Reality was altering wholly not just her perception but also the past, deeper and deeper into becoming herself.

Nostalgia for events that had never occurred melded to reality and became truth.

The bike was more than just a device to change a person's perception, it was an eldritch device that completely rewrote a person's reality the longer they used. Gradually building new truths that nothing remained of the previous personality, not in history, nor in experiences. It was not hypnotis not entirely, instead it was a device that built up a new perception and that perception became the truth. The origins of this bike were unknown and it had taken many forms over the years. This was merely one of it's more recent forms.

Having fixed her seat, moving it closer, she started up heading home. Normally she listened to her favourite Podcast, but in this case, she just wanted to listen to music. Opting for switching the radio, she paused when she saw a CD case on dashboard, picking it up, she rolled her eyes, it was one of those PUA 'Self Help' CD's. Why the fuck did she have this, maybe it was one of her girlfriend jokes, probably snuck it in after the Hen Night, last time, since she hated those smug misogynistic pieces of shit.

Not even pausing she picked up the pile of CD's and threw them out of the window of the car, "Better, but where is my actual music." she murmured out loud, clearly vexxed at how she could not enjoy her tunes. Radio it was, turning the knob she found a station playing catchy music and started to sing as she drove. The more she sung, the less ambigious her voice became and more it started to sound wholly feminine. Although not an accomplished singer, people had always told her she had a great voice. Really, soft, sweet and while far from soporano level she still loved her beautiful voice. In fact back in High School even been in the Choir.

Constantly shifting, coagulating reality, new statements, turning into new truths. Each aspect changing, from her families perception of her to how people reacted around her.

Finally arriving back she pulled out her keys admiring briefly her many keyrings, she loved collecting them and well with so many, she could have potentially use it as a weapon. It had never happened yet, but too many of her girlfriends had stories to tell.

Well, once or twice she had been through some close shaves, but that was the unfortunate reality of living as a women.

As she stepped towards door, noticed Amazon had left a package. A little surprised she opened the door carrying large box and took over the table. Whereas it was not amazing, her house was at least clean and with air freshner she paid for, the place smelt wonderfully when she stepped in. Carefully, she opened the box and then it came to her, "Oh yeah, how could I forget." Pulling out extensive group of toys she beamed. It had been so long since she had treat herself like this, and well when she had lost her large collection in the move she had wanted so long to build up her collection again. But she had told herself, focus on making money. That had been the plan, but now she had money to spare and spoilt herself.

Now as much as she wanted to try out the new toys, she first knew that she should continue her exercise regiment, a few hours on the bike then she could have fun. It not that she was unfit, but after an extremely rough break up she had let herself go. What was his name... Daniel, god he was a misogynistic cunt. She had no idea whatsoever what she had seen in him. Now though she intended get fit again. The bike had been on sale at a Garage sale and she had picked it up. Honestly, the more she used it, the more she forgot her horrible ex. Strange, though he had not called in a while, maybe blocking his number had **** him to take the hint.