Fuckit I needed answers. And quickly

So much for quickly.

Instead of squaring my chest and hopping off the bed to face my demons, I slowly, like a arthritic turtle, lowered myself off the bed.

In my defence it was apparently much higher than anticipated or was I just shorter now? Another gurgle of panic rose up in my stomach. Jeezus I’m gonna need to take one of those anxiety shits after this

Seeing as the bed was apparently way off the ground I decided to take a leap of faith and hop onto the cool cement floor.

And seeing as faith has always failed me I instead collapsed onto the floor in a heap of limbs. The reason being as my feet took on the weight of my body I suddenly felt a sharp pain hit me, as if my hips had been through a exercise marathon and were sore beyond belief.

I gasped in surprise as my muscles flared in protest and my feet gave out to the cold floor beneath. And I was further shocked as I stared at my lower waist and thighs to see large cat-like scratches adorning my sides. Evidence of a real rough night, last night.

Panic once again set in and I even felt my stomach once again squeeze out a gurgle of panic.

However once again the glint of the mirror caught sight of my eye, anchoring me to reality once again. Was this even reality?

Shoving that existential thought to the recess’s of my mind , I proceeded to half limp half crawl towards the mirror.

Like a foreboding lifeline.

Inches away from the mirror, I take a deep breath before slowly pulling myself up to standing, using one of the massive bed posts for support. Gawd, my entire body ached, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there were some things I needed to see - even if it would only stir more questions.

Stealing myself against the bed post I focused my vision at the mirror.

And what I saw nearly made me loose my balance again and fall the floor.

For the figure that reflected back at me in the mirror was a stranger. With only vague features hinting at my past hot form.

Oh gawd I’d been turned into the ultimate twink!

Well I wouldn’t say twink was an accurate word my brain, ever the traitor, sarcastically said. I think you could make a twink look masculine in comparison. The internal voice proceeded to chid.

Oh yeah then what would you say would be a more accurate description I argued back

Oh you know what would be a more accurate word

I swallowed

Because yes I did know the word, I’d been in the internet long enough and although I didn’t take part in the creepy part of that world all that much I knew the word.

Say it

“Femboy” I whispered out loud

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Authors note: Apologies for all the chronically online readers , but your boy Callum is simply too much of a vanilla straight boy