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I meet this beautiful girl. I'm not sure how, but I do. Honestly, I like her more for her looks than her personality. I like her so much that I invite her out to the movies with my dad (and one of the previews, shown at the end, is for a movie I'm in with Jackie Chan set in some sort of mythical Chinese time), and after that she comes over to my house for 3 days. My mom shows her to our room (which has a couple closets and a couple bathrooms adjoining it) and tells her the "rules" of the house. I follow up a bit later bringing up a few things including my shorts that had gone through the laundry and for some reason were on hangers. I ask my mom, who's heading down, if she's shown the beautiful girl the whole house, and she hasn't, so I decide to show the house off later.
Once up there both of us change, me in my closet and her out in the room. My closet door isn't much of a door, more like half a door with only the bottom half. I notice a book mentioning a short story on Law & Order: Halloween, which looks interesting. I open it up and try to look for the story, but all I can find in the book is a lot of essays on literature. While I'm changing my underwear and sitting on the ground, the girl walks over to my closet door and looks in, naked, which causes me to quickly cover myself by crossing my legs and putting a polo shirt over my lap. She tells me to take it off, which seems ridiculous to me. Then she opens the door and I see her fully naked; she has a penis. After showing off so much, I stand up and let her see mine. She asks me why I didn't before and I said that I thought it was some sort of romantic test, that I would be judged based on my penis. At this point she no longer has the form of someone I've never met before in real life, but instead looks like my friend Emily from college, and she has Rosie's voice.
I ask her if people normally know she's male, and she says no. She walks in while I put underwear and pants on. I ask her how long she's pretended to be female, and she responds she's been doing it her whole life. And she starts to cry. So I embrace her and ask what's wrong, and she weaves a little tale of her life, how her whole life she's pretended to be female, starting when she was 3 or 4 and listening to hip hop music that made her think she was female. She speaks really softly and uses vocabulary I don't understand... she says things like how it would be bad to be the inside of the nose or liquid in the nasal passages. I just hold her and comfort her with my words. She tells of how she used to have a lot of sex but now her liver is dying. I told her I would have sex with her if only she didn't have the STDs. Finally she puts herself together, gets dressed quickly, and we start heading downstairs. It's a long journey... the house must be 90-some floors high. The stairs spiral downwards. When we get to the bottom I see that it was Thanksgiving and my family (including extended family members) already ate and went into the living room, but there were a few food things left. My mother criticises me for taking so long engaging in Bacchanalia and not getting down before 7, so, frustrated, I walk up the steps all over again.
And I wake up.
Once up there both of us change, me in my closet and her out in the room. My closet door isn't much of a door, more like half a door with only the bottom half. I notice a book mentioning a short story on Law & Order: Halloween, which looks interesting. I open it up and try to look for the story, but all I can find in the book is a lot of essays on literature. While I'm changing my underwear and sitting on the ground, the girl walks over to my closet door and looks in, naked, which causes me to quickly cover myself by crossing my legs and putting a polo shirt over my lap. She tells me to take it off, which seems ridiculous to me. Then she opens the door and I see her fully naked; she has a penis. After showing off so much, I stand up and let her see mine. She asks me why I didn't before and I said that I thought it was some sort of romantic test, that I would be judged based on my penis. At this point she no longer has the form of someone I've never met before in real life, but instead looks like my friend Emily from college, and she has Rosie's voice.
I ask her if people normally know she's male, and she says no. She walks in while I put underwear and pants on. I ask her how long she's pretended to be female, and she responds she's been doing it her whole life. And she starts to cry. So I embrace her and ask what's wrong, and she weaves a little tale of her life, how her whole life she's pretended to be female, starting when she was 3 or 4 and listening to hip hop music that made her think she was female. She speaks really softly and uses vocabulary I don't understand... she says things like how it would be bad to be the inside of the nose or liquid in the nasal passages. I just hold her and comfort her with my words. She tells of how she used to have a lot of sex but now her liver is dying. I told her I would have sex with her if only she didn't have the STDs. Finally she puts herself together, gets dressed quickly, and we start heading downstairs. It's a long journey... the house must be 90-some floors high. The stairs spiral downwards. When we get to the bottom I see that it was Thanksgiving and my family (including extended family members) already ate and went into the living room, but there were a few food things left. My mother criticises me for taking so long engaging in Bacchanalia and not getting down before 7, so, frustrated, I walk up the steps all over again.
And I wake up.