I seemed to be in the same place I was when she transformed my body and took control of it. From the moment she told me what she was doing until now, all I could remember was darkness. There were no sights or sounds, no senses at all. I didn’t dream or desire. I wasn’t making up anything to keep myself occupied; it was just darkness. I could feel time was passing, but I couldn’t tell you if it was minutes or decades. When I was finally given back control, it took a minute to realize what having a body, having emotions, and having thoughts even meant. I was processing the fact that I was a woman now. I wasn’t wearing the same clothes I was; my hair was longer -- even longer than she had made it when she changed me into this form. Time must have passed. She probably created a life for me. I probably should have been angry, but that emotion wasn’t fully there yet; so it was more like a mild confusion and frustration. I held a purse. Was there information inside? I seemed to also be gaining knowledge; not just about what I knew, but pieces she left for me. Maybe that’s why she picked this spot. No one had had notice her transform my body in the first place and now no one notice me just standing there processing.
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