New Beginning

"FUCK!"

I wake up in my bed in a cold sweat and a world splitting migraine. My whole body is sore for some goddamn reason. Like I honestly felt like I'm experiencing a body wide cramp and somebody is punching each individual muscle cause I pissed in their Cheerios. To make matters worst, there is a weird burning sensation along my right forearm.

"What the hell did I do last night." I groaned

I sat upright while rubbing my temple and I look outside my window then to my alarm that has taken one too many beatings.

"It's 6:09 yet it's still pitch black outside. Thanks Obama." I groaned while getting out of bed. And there I can definitely notice something was off. When I touch my head. I can feel long silky long hair which felt so soft I questioned my own gender. Then that thought brought out another concern. I'm stark naked. Also still a man bless.

I have pride in my usual bodacious bod but the one I look down at was something that right off a fitness model Instagram post. Lean but strong muscles that was seemingly about to burst from my skin. A 6-pack that can probably cut a knife then block a bullet. The real shocker was the weapon between my legs. It can not only drop jaws but panties too if I do say so myself.

The pride immediately vanished and was replaced by confusion and huge sense of curiosity. I teleported my bathroom and looked in the mirror.

My jaw dropped and my heart froze.

This wasn't me!

I was currently looking at an Adonis! Like really, BTS don't got shit on me! My eyes was a deep gray. A strong jaw line mix with high cheek bones that made me look like a elf straight off a fantasy game. A nose that was a perfectly proportionate on my face. Full, luscious lips that had a light pink glow to them. Furthermore my skin was flawless to point where I look like I just got done with a make up tutorial. My tall stature couldn't go unnoticed either as I was at around 6'3 from my measly 5'11.

I fiddled around with my face to make sure it was actually real. Then came to the conclusion that I looked gorgeous even with funny faces. I checked my right forearm cause the burning sensation was still there but not as strong as it was this morning. It was getting annoying yet I couldn't see anything off with my arm other than the bulging muscles. I wrote it off as me sleeping the wrong way and kept it pushing.

After that I decided to wash up and eat what little I have and collect my thoughts. I put on some cargo shorts and white tee then left it that.

I sat down on the couch and proceeded with standard procedure of a mental evaluation.

"My name is Victor Blanco. I'm 21 years old. Born 1999 in Georgia. I'm holding up 3 fingers. Yep I'm mentally still me I guess." I said aloud then sighed

So now I think what the hell.

Now that I had sat down to think, that hell called yesterday finally hit me. I then put my head down to my knees in a fiddle position.

I shot up to my feet and yelled "It's useless to sulk right now. I might as well go for a walk"

I put on my shoes and a jacket and headed out the door. And as if the universe was giving me another daily dose of fuck you cause for some reason it thought one bare ass fucking was enough, I walk out the same time as my girlfriend who is leaving the neighbor's apartment.