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Not my body
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The virus spread far and wide, eliminating everything that stood in its way.
It had started eliminating the gender, the identity of the affected victims....
This was unheard of, unbelievable, unacceptable however no one had the understanding as to what was happening all around.
The story revolves thus...
A startling discovery
As usual, Saturday night was party time, Nia had just come out of the lift and was unlocking her apartment, when She heard Mr.Bhatia yelling at his wife. She was wondering how does Ms.Bhatia tolerate the narcissistic behaviour of her husband.
Nia was a bit tipsy, she had had an extra vodka at her office party. She had reached her apartment at two in the morning.
She switched on the light of her bedroom and dropped on her bed. She didn't have the strength to get up and change into her night clothes. She was so tired that she slept wearing her pencil heels. Her feet were aching, yet the vodka helped her doze off in a few minutes time.
The next morning, Nia woke up drowsy with a splitting headache. Her joints felt stiff. She forced herself out of the bed, threw her painful footwear and entered into her kitchen to make herself a strong coffee.
Her head was spinning, she left the coffee on her bedside table and entered the bathroom to wash her face.
She threw water on her stinging eyes, patted her face dry. The moment she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she shrieked in terror. Her high pitched scream echoed in her apartment.
Who was this in the mirror? her honey, sun-kissed blonde hair was pitch- black & cropped up. Her eyebrows were arched & bushy. The heavy coal-black moustache and beard. Her eyes were blood shot. She looked so masculine in the reflection. She rubbed the soft, white hand towel on the mirror with her eyes closed. "NO, no, no, no this is a nightmare. Open your eyes slowly, Nia, this can't be happening, last night you probably had whiskey instead of vodka, come back to your senses, you idiot!" She was talking loudly and
She slowly opened her eyes and the stranger in the mirror who was certainly not HER was still her reflection! however, she knew she was Nia.
She was wearing her skimpy black dress....
The virus spread far and wide, eliminating everything that stood in its way.
It had started eliminating the gender, the identity of the affected victims....
This was unheard of, unbelievable, unacceptable however no one had the understanding as to what was happening all around.
The story revolves thus...
A startling discovery
As usual, Saturday night was party time, Nia had just come out of the lift and was unlocking her apartment, when She heard Mr.Bhatia yelling at his wife. She was wondering how does Ms.Bhatia tolerate the narcissistic behaviour of her husband.
Nia was a bit tipsy, she had had an extra vodka at her office party. She had reached her apartment at two in the morning.
She switched on the light of her bedroom and dropped on her bed. She didn't have the strength to get up and change into her night clothes. She was so tired that she slept wearing her pencil heels. Her feet were aching, yet the vodka helped her doze off in a few minutes time.
The next morning, Nia woke up drowsy with a splitting headache. Her joints felt stiff. She forced herself out of the bed, threw her painful footwear and entered into her kitchen to make herself a strong coffee.
Her head was spinning, she left the coffee on her bedside table and entered the bathroom to wash her face.
She threw water on her stinging eyes, patted her face dry. The moment she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she shrieked in terror. Her high pitched scream echoed in her apartment.
Who was this in the mirror? her honey, sun-kissed blonde hair was pitch- black & cropped up. Her eyebrows were arched & bushy. The heavy coal-black moustache and beard. Her eyes were blood shot. She looked so masculine in the reflection. She rubbed the soft, white hand towel on the mirror with her eyes closed. "NO, no, no, no this is a nightmare. Open your eyes slowly, Nia, this can't be happening, last night you probably had whiskey instead of vodka, come back to your senses, you idiot!" She was talking loudly and
She slowly opened her eyes and the stranger in the mirror who was certainly not HER was still her reflection! however, she knew she was Nia.
She was wearing her skimpy black dress....
