3 Claires

submitted by john

Ok. I was at school completely naked and this girl who didn’t seem to notice walked up to me. She turned out to be this extremely hot girl that had moved to Texas for a year because her parents were moved there on business. Anyway, we start talking about how she ran up a ski slope every day after school for an hour. Then she said that when she would get to the top, she would slide down the slope on her head. I asked her if that hurt and she just started talking about how she invented this new fad about falling down stairs until your head hurt. She kept talking and talking to the point that I could not get a single word in.

This is where it starts getting weird.

As you know I was standing there stark naked in the middle of my school. All of the sudden, three more of her walk up to me and start talking one word at a time to me, kind of like the three-headed Broadway singer on Who’s Line is it Anyway. After they stopped talking to me, they just stood there and stared at me. Usually, if someone starts staring at you long enough there surely has to be something weird hanging off of you. So I start looking at myself in a mirror (how it got there I have no idea). Then, they reappeared behind me and said something like “it’s great to be a Claire. All I understood was that they had said their name, Betsy.

Then out of the lower corner of my eye, I saw two lumps on my chest, but when I felt them, nothing was there so I didn’t really care. It kept happening at least four times while they just stood there staring at me. Then I saw the two lumps again and felt them and I could feel them this time. Then the mirror appeared behind me again and I was fully clothed. So I turned around again but they weren’t there. Then I looked up and one of them dove inside of me. That freaked my out. Then I looked around and I was in a large blue room with millions of clothes, they were women’s clothes. I heard a voice say, "pick wisely or transform." I ran thru the aisles now naked again and finally found some regular men’s clothes so I put them on. Then, the mirror appeared once again behind me. I turned and looked and I had turned into Betsy. Then I jumped back, and I, a figure that looked exactly like I do, walked up to me and kissed me. That’s when I woke up.

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