The Love Fairy Took My Dick!

So... Gonna need some explanation for that, huh? Well, sorry to disappoint, but it's not exactly the triumph over my virginity that it sounds like. Not at first anyway. Not to say I haven't been trying to get with some women... A woman. She's really cute, works at the games store I frequent. I've been attempting flirting. Not sure if it's really gotten across. Either way, I'm pretty sure she's not interested.

But about that title. The "Love Fairy" part will take some time, but I guess I can explain the rest right now. Because there I was, waking up on a Saturday morning, minus a dick and with a new pair of tits. At first I just thought it was a neat dream, so I felt around between my legs. Sure enough, not a dude. It was kind of a weird feeling, my hand pushing against my new pussy. I lazily messed around for a few minutes, intrigued by the sensation. I have to say, either due to the physicality or just the newness of the sensation, it was soooo much better. Then I got up and scrolled through my Twitter. Did some basic stretches. After about an hour, I very reasonably had a minor freak out. Everything else was the same in my room. Same boring bed sheets, same bookshelves, same assortment of Dragon Ball merch. I even woke up in the same comic-book clad pajama pants and white t-shirt. Or, at least, the designs were the same. I felt shorter, smaller, but they fit perfectly. This wasn't a dream. If I was dreaming, I wouldn't even be thinking like this.

My family still hadn't gotten back from their trip, so I was alone in my panic. Rifling through my wallet revealed even more was wrong then I had thought. My name is Lucas, not Lilly. I was definitely born a dude. Just last night I reacquainted myself with my dick and several websites best left unnamed. So I was pretty damn sure this driver's license couldn't be mine. Or shouldn't be. But another part of my brain, a very confused part, recognized that this is entirely correct.

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Fuck, alright. Shit, okay. This is bad. Right? Right. Either the fabric of reality is unraveling around me starting with the more minute details, or I'm going crazy. I shouldn't be trying to figure this out alone. I need another head. But who should I talk to? Who would hear me out? Would they even be capable of realizing something is wrong? I'd rather not be labeled insane right off the bat...

Okay. Ummmm....