Madness.

“Okay, I need to stop dressing like a girl and start concentrating on school. This is just silly.” But she winked at you, didn’t she? “Sarah is so hot. Fuck, and her dick is so big.” The image of her thick cock fills your head, of riding her, the feeling of it stretching your cunt. More images. Watching her sing. Taking her pictures. Last week. Drinking. But you weren’t even here last week? It doesn’t make any sense. You aren’t a girl. Don’t have a pussy. The images. False memories, come faster. Starting school on day one, she’s in the next room, knows Lisa, having drinks, talking, laughing, kissing, sucking her thick cock, Lisa calling you a slut, laughing, then going to bed, leaving you alone with Sarah, watching the sun rise lying on the roof on a baby blue blanket that was stored in a plastic container on the roof along with other stuff. You shake your head, the feeling fades. “This is stupid. I don’t have a pussy. I know it.” But your panties hug you nicely, you can’t actually see a bulge, can’t be sure, you could reach down and touch it. “But I had sex yesterday?” But did you? You vividly remember getting fucked in the ass, your fans, the pictures, others, they fucked you, called you a girl. “No I got my dick sucked, I know it.” You are certain. “Am I crazy?” Your license says you are Alexis, “No I’ve always been Alex. Always been a boy.” Memories, you **** them forward, riding dirt bikes, shooting a gun, boy stuff, playing role playing games, “My best character was Electra, an assassin, like the comic, she was so cool.” A girl. Did I always play girls. “No this is stupid. All I have to do is look in the mirror. Or grab it.” You hesitate. “The blanket. There’s no way it’s on the roof. I wasn’t here last week. The computer error.”