Becoming The Fantasy

Jim was an ordinary man. An average Joe working a dead-end job in a factory, living alone in a one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment. The routine was always the same for him. He would wake up, take a shower, brush his teeth, eat breakfast, and then take the bus to the factory. After his twelve-hour shift ended, he would take the bus back to his apartment, eat dinner, and then go to sleep. He had been stuck in this routine, this never-ending repetitive loop, for four years. Jim was a lonely and depressed man because of it. But there was one thing that he could always rely on for an escape.

Jim loved the realms of fantasy. He would always read stories of princes and princesses, wizards and witches, lavish kingdoms full of life. He had tried writing stories of fantasy, but he eventually gave up on his dream. It was a warm summer night, and he finished another shift at the factory. He had been informed that his pay had been cut, and they were beginning to downsize in favor of robotic engineers.

After finishing his dinner, a slice of pizza, and a can of soda, he lay in his bed unable to sleep. "I can't do this anymore," he said out loud to no one in particular. "I'm so tired of living a nothing life. I wish I could be somewhere I'm appreciated. Where I'm loved by someone. Where I don't have to deal with other people's stupid bullshit."

Jim took a deep breath after he finished, turning to his side as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber. At first, all he could see was black. But he could feel air on him. He was falling. Falling into a void. His heart was racing as he tried to **** himself awake. Nothing was working. He couldn't hit or pinch himself awake. Suddenly, the void opened up to white. He had to place his hand in front of his face to shield himself from the blinding white light. The light gave way to wonderful and vibrant colors. The air hit him like a freight train, and he soon fell onto green grass.

The sun shone brightly on where he lay, and he brought a hand up again. Something was wrong as he analyzed his hand. His nails were long, his fingers skinnier. There was no hair on his arm, as smooth as a newborn baby. He sat up, looking at his other arm. It was the same, with long nails, skinny fingers, and a smooth arm. Looking down, he noticed that there seemed to be orbs protruding from his chest. No, they weren't orbs. They were breasts! Gasping as he found his head, he felt long and curly hair.

Jim's eyes went wide as he spotted a river. He crawled towards it, the sounds of the flowing water flooding his mind as he reached the edge. He looked down and spotted his reflection. He let out a scream as he noticed his new form. He was a woman! He stood up, running frantically into the open cobblestone road. "Mother. Why is that lady screaming?" asked a child. "It is wise not to stare," the child's mother responded, grabbing the child's hand and beginning to walk faster.

Jim continued to run down the road, passing by nobles on their horses and birds flying in the air. Soon, the sounds of horses clopping drew louder until there was a sword directly in front of him. "Halt!" said the voice.