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“Wake up, dear.” Mom whispered, shaking my shoulder slightly. “I’ve been awake, mom.” I answered groggily. The truth was that I had gotten very little sleep last night. My mind had been full of upsetting thoughts and nightmares. Ever since that afternoon when I had come to the conclusion that I had brought my whole predicament down on myself, I had been wondering if there was any way for me to be a boy again. It’s not like this was some kind of scientific thing, or some odd sickness that could be treated…this was something that I couldn’t comprehend or understand. Was it the work of God? Was i

Grandpa and I didn’t talk much on the way to the hospital, but that changed when he finally parked outside the large white building covered in glass windows and surrounded by individuals walking in and out, some of which in wheelchairs. Grandpa sat back in his seat a minute, his brow furrowed and his moustache hiding his upper lip like it often did when he felt gruff or disgruntled. “Chase…” He muttered. “…let’s get a few things straight before we go in there.” I looked up at him, curious as to where he was going. “This is all going to be on you from here on out. If you ever want your fam

I walked with her into the room. I was dressed in a fine red button down shirt and khaki's, and she was in laid back, yet lovely attire. I was Chase again...I was a boy again...and I was with Naomi. She smiled at me...and I smiled back. The room was crowded with people and everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. Naomi touched my hand and motioned for me to walk with her. Her soft hand caressed my arm muscles and I felt a wave of excitement run through me. The world around me seemed strangely dull...almost like someone had caused it to go distorted...the only thing I could see was this image of beauty standing in front of me...looking u

Simon adjusted his glasses as he peered out the window.  Even though he had just got his glasses a few days ago, they didn't fit very well.  He saw David return to his apartment with two girls.  Ever since David had moved in a week previous, every time Simon saw him, he was with a new girl.  Simon couldn't help but worry about David.  He sort of had a motherly feeling for him. Motherly? Simon shook his head.  Why did he think that? His mind was getting fuzzier and fuzzier.  He would often say or think strange things.  Not only his mind was weird, but his body was acting up as well.  Not necessarily in a bad way. He was in his late fifties.