Jason could not believe the shit he had to put up with.
Somehow he was in the 1950s & to make matters worse he was a woman and he worked for the Department of Defence as a secretary and general dogsbody.
He did just as much work as the men but got paid less he could not believe he could not even get a bank account without a male relative as guarantor.
As he put on his jacket to leave work his boss said to him don't forget sweet cheeks to pick up my dry cleaning and have those reports typed up for me ready for the meeting in the morning.
He was annoyed at the attitude of everybody around him whilst the men went off to the Country Club to play golf and drink he was not allowed to become a member until he was married it just was not fair.
He went back to his single room & his tin of soup feeling rejected and terrible and still had no idea how this had happened to him just longing to get back to his own time and gender.
If he only knew it was because of a rip in the fabric of space-time and that there was a woman from the 1950s in his male body confused about why she was now in the year 2017 & a man.
As he settled himself down for a long night of hard work knowing the only way out of his situation in this decade was to find himself a man and settle down and maybe push out a couple of kids but he wasn't that desperate just yet as he remembered that he had forgotten to pick up the dry cleaning which meant an even earlier start then usual.
No comments:
Post a Comment