Will you just listen to me?
I am not who you think I am.
I know I look like her.
But I am in fact, Michael Roberts.
A man.
I paid for sex or walk up in her body.
Why won't you listen to me?
No, I will not shut up.
You cannot treat me like this.
I am telling you she stole my body.
She's running off with mine and he's doing god knows what with it.
You need to find it and get us back in our own bodies.
Don't look at me like I'm mad.
As I was sitting in cell, barely 12 hours ago, I was Michel Roberts. I was born with silver spoon, and I deserved it, I turned 23 just, and I decided to have some fun. So, I decided to celebrate my birthday, but I decided to make it a whole week. So on third , no the forth day of my birthday week. I met her a girl about the same age as me. I wanted her, so I flash some cash in her directions At first she wasn't interested in me, then, she was maybe she get a cheap frill of it. Something else. All know that I, was so, so drunk, couldn't think or walk straight the alone thing that I was to get into her knickers(panties). Then I started to ravage her, by kissing her over, and over again. Then, she pulled up skirts, , and lower her underwear to expose, her vagina to me. Then she pulled out my genitals on my pants. I not sure that she gave me a BJ or that I penetrated her, or both. All I knew was that I saw sparks and colors around me. What happen was a haze, I thought I saw myself looking as myself. Then I passed out. When I woke up, things were different, I woke up with spitting headache Then I somehow got up, got out of the room. What happen next was still a blur. Next thing I was in jail. Trying to figure things out. Then I saw her face looking at me, was looking back. Then I noticed a piece of paper, it was a note It was me to her. I mean her to me, you know what I mean, it said that if you want your body, your life back. You have about three days until. If you can't you(me), you'll be struck as me, a girl, a female. I closed it again. Oh boys that will be a problem. because one I don't know where he/I/me/her, two I don't know who I am, mean her is no. I think that it will be problem. I don't know how to act , like one. It was barely a day until I got out, the strangest thing. is that I started to get a little comfortable as her. A girl now. That is the strangest thing, I don't I like being a girl. That I if I do. Will be to later, what then.
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