Straight to the Bedroom

Normally, if I had landed a date, I would tell my dad, or maybe even my mom, all about it, but right now, this was all still too strange for me and I would rather have skipped any conversation from either of my parents right now, or anyone else, for that matter, so I just shrugged and said "It was okay," and just left it at that. It bothered me that I still couldn't confide in anyone what I was going through. But how could I open up about it without sounding like I had lost my mind? I needed someone to understand and maybe guide me through this weird upside down reality (if it turned out that I was stuck here forever), not lock me up and pump me full of **** because they thought I wasn't right in the head.

Not filling in my dad on the details of the day (really, I usually try to not think about it, as it only reminds me of how much I miss my own normal universe), I headed straight to my bedroom, usually the place I felt most comfortable. Not in this reality, because like almost everything else, it was a constant reminder of how things were different.

Opening the door to the room, I sighed, then entered and closed the door behind me. I looked over at the vanity table, filled with make-up products, and turned away. I wanted to get rid of all that, but it would raise too many questions from my parents. They already thought that it was kind of weird that I suddenly became a janegirl ever since my accident. But they figured that I was just going through a hard time, or something. They had no idea!

I sat on my bed, covered with a pink quilt (ugh), and looked up at the posters of hot topless women. I still couldn't get it through my head that people didn't have a problem with breasts being exposed, but had a huge problem with exposed male chests. If there was one thing I liked about this reality, it would be that - being surrounded by busty females who had bare chests. Women jogging, women working at construction sites, girls lifting weights at the gym, etc. It was just too bad that all of those same females acted like males. What I wanted was a girl who acted more like the guys around here, what was called a tomboy (this universe's tomboy), but there weren't too many of those around. Mainly, people assumed that tomboys were probably homosexual, since it was a girl who liked to wear dresses and had swishy behavior. Janegirls were way more common. But again, janegirls could be gay too, I supposed. But not me. Don't get me wrong. If someone's gay, fine. But I'm just saying that I'm not. I like girls. It's just that I'd rather be around the girls from my own universe.

Wanting to push the events of the day, and all the other days since my accident, out of my mind, I decided to take a nap. But just as I was about to go to sleep, I got a text message.