Just an Olde Fashioned Love Song
I woke up to a throbbing headache. Damn, that hurt! I clutched at my head, and let my fingers slip though my hair. Though, it felt...well, thinner than it usually did. I lifted myself up on my arms, and looked around.
This...wasn't right. Not in a "damn, something's missing" way, but in a "where in the fuck am I?" sort of way. The walls were an ugly shade of off-white, and the carpet seemed to be some sort of throw-up style from the seventies.
I found myself lying on top of a bed that wasn't mine, dressed in clothes that weren't mine either. I clutched at the ugly polo covering myself- a series of bulky neon stripes, none of which repeated colors. And khakis! What the hell? It took me a good, oh, five seconds to slowly dawn on me that the size of the shirt and pants I was wearing had to have smaller limbs than mine. Except...they fit perfectly...
Horrified, I took a good look at my arms- scrawny limbs with a tan paler than a ghost. I pulled at my shirt- my beautiful chest was gone, replaced with a flat rail with hints of rib, and the beginnings of a beer belly. I'm too afraid to look at the rest of me- some things should be left unknown, rather than to be proven inferior.
I sat there, panicking silently, or so I thought, but soon I could hear laughing coming from another room. "Have you awakened already?" a voice called from another room. In walked Melissa, staring at me with those same pale eyes.
"What the fuck did you do to me!" I yelled, leaping off the bed and stumbling to my feet. I threw my arms out to the side and stared at her.
The bitch only laughed. "I'm a succubus, you horny pig. You wanted some, and you got some. Normally it would've cost you your immortal soul, but Bernard here wanted your body."
"My body?" I shrieked, cracking my new voice.
"Well, a body," she said, shrugging. "I get paid to provide them with a popular and muscular shell to inhabit- I don't do specific requests. You only have yourself to blame- you're the one who agreed to sex. And now you're a nerd."
"But, I...you!" I muttered, rage clouding my vision.
"Now, now, you wouldn't want to trigger that weak heart of yours, now would you?" she said, laughing. She walked out of the room, and closed the door. I ran after her, as fast as I could considering I was wearing dress shoes for some bizarre reason, but when I opened the door she was gone. Disappeared, despite the long hallway all around me.
This...wasn't right. Not in a "damn, something's missing" way, but in a "where in the fuck am I?" sort of way. The walls were an ugly shade of off-white, and the carpet seemed to be some sort of throw-up style from the seventies.
I found myself lying on top of a bed that wasn't mine, dressed in clothes that weren't mine either. I clutched at the ugly polo covering myself- a series of bulky neon stripes, none of which repeated colors. And khakis! What the hell? It took me a good, oh, five seconds to slowly dawn on me that the size of the shirt and pants I was wearing had to have smaller limbs than mine. Except...they fit perfectly...
Horrified, I took a good look at my arms- scrawny limbs with a tan paler than a ghost. I pulled at my shirt- my beautiful chest was gone, replaced with a flat rail with hints of rib, and the beginnings of a beer belly. I'm too afraid to look at the rest of me- some things should be left unknown, rather than to be proven inferior.
I sat there, panicking silently, or so I thought, but soon I could hear laughing coming from another room. "Have you awakened already?" a voice called from another room. In walked Melissa, staring at me with those same pale eyes.
"What the fuck did you do to me!" I yelled, leaping off the bed and stumbling to my feet. I threw my arms out to the side and stared at her.
The bitch only laughed. "I'm a succubus, you horny pig. You wanted some, and you got some. Normally it would've cost you your immortal soul, but Bernard here wanted your body."
"My body?" I shrieked, cracking my new voice.
"Well, a body," she said, shrugging. "I get paid to provide them with a popular and muscular shell to inhabit- I don't do specific requests. You only have yourself to blame- you're the one who agreed to sex. And now you're a nerd."
"But, I...you!" I muttered, rage clouding my vision.
"Now, now, you wouldn't want to trigger that weak heart of yours, now would you?" she said, laughing. She walked out of the room, and closed the door. I ran after her, as fast as I could considering I was wearing dress shoes for some bizarre reason, but when I opened the door she was gone. Disappeared, despite the long hallway all around me.
- ID: 44816
- Nickname: shortrising
- Hits: 101
