To much to process

(Republished with kind permission of HeinrichLo)

This whole situation was turning out to be too much to handle and with this nightmare refusing to end with me waking up the disaster continued to unfold. Turning back towards that dweeb that you hated so much and with newfound emotions beginning to bubble to the surface in panic you scream “fuck off dweeb!” Slapping his hand off your shoulder you begin to cry and run into the bathroom attached to your room and slam the door shut behind you. While sitting on the toilet seat you sob into your hands in great racking fits as the monumental scope of the situation hits home. “How did this happen, I’m not a girl and I’m definitely not Tracy!” you whimper to yourself as your hands become wet from all your tears and the emotional control you had as a man goes out the window in this new body. The fact that you were crying like a girl didn’t help matters as you were flabbergasted as to why when feeling this distraught you broke into hysterics. The sounds of your sobbing didn’t go unnoticed as you suddenly heard loud bangs on the outside of the door followed by yelling “Tracy, Tracy, open this door, whats wrong!” “Go away” you shout quickly burying your hands back in your face as a new round of emotional dam breaking was giving way. Tracy’s boyfriend on the other side of the door wasn’t having it and began ramming the door with his body until the lock shattered and the whole piece flew open.

“The look of excitement from breaking the door quickly turned to genuine concern seeing his girlfriend crying her eyes out. Without even time to let out a protest Tracy’s boyfriend James Hollis wrapped his arms around your body under your arms and lifted you to your feet in a tight embrace as you stood transfixed in confusion. “Baby whats wrong, are you hurt, did I hurt you somehow?” came out of his mouth as he lifted your chin up from his chest to stare into your eyes. The site of this nerd and his face so close to yours was revolting to say the least but you weren’t in a position to fight back as another round of weeping overtook you and you allowed your tear streamed face to fall back against his chest as you wailed. James used his hand to press the back of your head in a caress. What seemed like several minutes of crying gave way to muffled sniffles and gasps as you regained control of yourself and your newfound feminine emotions. Looking back up at the face of your favorite school punching bag you know you need his help to get out of this situation but you’re unsure if he will even believe you if you tell him the truth. Either way you don’t believe that you will be able to hack it as a girl let alone the nerd’s girlfriend. Telling the truth is the only way forward.