I yawned.
I sluggishly move my arms and stretch my body, it's my thing doing it every morning. As I opened my eyes, blank ceiling under me filled my vision.
Yawning once again, I rise from bed.
Hmm, something is weird. I mean really weird. It feels like my body have become heavier at some point. Like some heavy thingy's attached to my body.
Shoving the thoughts aside, I extended my arms again.
UGH whatever, Blaine, you just didn't get sufficient time to sleep last night okay?
Oh well speaking of last night, after making a wish—which in my idea is super lame—I kinda forgot what happened. All I can remember is Dad forcing me to make a wish that I actually didn't. Wait did I?
Whatever. I forgot about it already.
What's the point of remembering useless wishes that certainly won't come true, right? Just a fuckin' waste of my time dude.
Ah I forgot!
I have to read the next volume of the manga book I was reading last night! It's killing me deeply! They are about to do their stuffs!
I slowly bow my head downward. Oh shit really, even my head feels heavier.
An uncertain thing caught my eyes as I bowed down my head. Ugh I can't explain it really, but something is in between my thighs. And I can feel it! It feels gross and weird. It's like, something was added in parts of my body.
"What the fuck is this?" I said to myself, no words can express my feelings right now. It's a mixed of frighten and anxiety.
My eyes has slowly widened as realization hits me. My left eye twitches and my mouth gapped open.
Shit. My voice. My fuckin' voice.
"Dear Jesus." I gulp.
What the hell is happening? My voice! My voice sound raspy and husky. I sound like a man! Oh god is this a dream?
I put my hands on my neck to know what's going on with my voice. Maybe a voice changer device is attached? You know, like Detective Conan.
Shit Blaine, this is no time to joke around.
As I placed my hands onto my gorgeous neck, I felt something.
Yes, another weird thing.
It's a bulge? No, a lump. I think my throat has become larger.
I swallow a small amout of my saliva. It moves! The lump moved!
I think of it hardly. I know what this thing called, Adam's Apple?!
But wait, when did I have an Adam's Apple? I thought only men have that—
I felt my brain suddenly stopped working for two seconds. My lips turned into a straight thin line as my eyes widened, really wide.
Realization hits me for the second time now.
My voice became deeper and raspier. My body weight increases. My neck suddenly have an Adam's Apple.
And my crotch is bulging.
Hold up a second.
I rushed to the bathroom as fast as a lightning strike. My head is filled with several of emotions. I don't even know, what should I supposed to feel? Happy? Angry? Disgusted? Strange? I can't think straight.
As soon as I'm in the bathroom, I closed my eyes and inhale a right amount of air trying to calm myself—which is actually impossible.
As I slowly opened my eyes, my reflection changed. Everything in my body changed. It feels like I'm staring on another person!
My face, my drop-dead-gorgeous body, my beautiful blond hair, my pink and glossy lips, my small yet pointy nose, my beautiful black eyeslashes and thick brown brows, and my breast—
"Blaine honey? Are you awake?" I jolt.
It's dad. Omg, it's my father! What am I gonna do? What if he'll kill me not knowing I'm his precious daughter? Oh god almighty I'm doomed.
I gulp. I bit my lip and glance at the door. "Shit."
It took a minute or two when restrained myself. I build up all my remaining self confidence and bravery still hoping not to get killed.
My dad is a mystery and thriller writer, remember?
I head to the door, maintaning my posture and preventing myself to freak out. But unfortunately, my brain isn't working well with my commands.
With my hand slightly shaking, I held the knob and gently rotates it. I remained like that for a few seconds before pulling it open.
"Sweetie why aren't y—" I can see my Dad suddenly interrupted and his words were cutted by his own thoughts which I am not sure what. I hope it has nothing to do with killing me.
"D-dad I can explain—" I tried not to panic. I held my hands towards Dad while restraining myself and also him.
"Don't call me that! Who are you and what did you do to my precious daughter?!" he exclaimed. I really don't like the idea of my Dad shouting, I can feel my nails and my hairs pulled out off my body in an instant.
Oh gosh.
"No Dad! It's me! It's Blaine! I'm Blaine yuhuuu?" I forced a toothy grin.
Why am I an idiot?
"Don't yuhuuu me! Where's my Blaine?" he shoved me forcefully and roam around my bedroom and in my bathroom. My head hits the shelf behind me but I'm glad that it doesn't really hurt that much. Is this man's power?
I sighed, "Dad. It's Blaine, I'm Blaine. I'm your stupid daughter who loves BL comics, remember me?"
Dad immediately turned his head to me, he looks at me from head to toe. Due to my current body, I'm now a few inches taller than my Dad. It's strange though I can clearly see his turned-white-hairs from here.
Dad is furious. I can sense it. I can automatically distinguish Dad's expressions.
I smile at him genuinely, my genuine innocent smile. His face slowly turns from furious to concerned. His furrowed brows relaxed and his mouth gapped open. I can sense that Dad is calm now.
"Blaine?"
I sigh heavily, letting out anxieties planted on my brain. I smiled at him, "Thanks Dad."