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I woke up, alone, but only mildly disappointed by that fact. I knew I'd be seeing Zell early on. I sat up, stretched, and rolled my shoulder to work out a twinge. As I put my hand on my shoulder, I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing my nightshirt. Then, when Iooked down at myself, I suddenly realized I didn't have any breasts.

"Oh, no! Not again!"

My hand immediately went to my throat. The last time the Island had taken my breasts away, it had de-aged me to a twelve-year-old. My twelve-year-old self sang soprano. That was no soprano.

"What?" I said huskily. "Hey! What?!"

I jumped out of bed, and found myself wearing black boxer shorts. And surprisingly hairy legs. I looked up as I contemplated this revelation. Then I looked down. Biting my lip, I reached down and gently touched the area between my legs...

"Oh, my God!"

Mirror. I needed a mirror! But this man I inhabited didn't have a mirror! Typical male! Could this day get any worse?!

I ran out of the hut in search of a mirror -- and immediately clonked my head on a low branch.

Date: 2010-06-26 05:17 am (UTC)
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"Yo, stuff it, Sonya! She's freaking out, and she's my girlfriend! Your boyfriend's over there, remember?"

He turned to Polly and softened his tone.

"C'mon, let's head off towards your place or somethin', alright?"

He took the huge guy by the hand and led him forward. It felt like he was some kid pulling his daddy towards the ice cream truck. Wrong.

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