After another day of binging TV shows and reading while lounging at home I look at the time.

  It's 5am. I really should go to bed. "Ah. Fuck it," I sigh as I get up and haphazardly start taking off my clothes before making my way to the bathroom.

  Seeing myself in the mirror I fight the familiar wave of unhappiness. Burgundy dyed hair with occasional blue shining through, pale skin, and bags under my grey-green eyes that make me look like a hanged raccoon. The few years on hormone repcement therapy have left me with a modest bust and have helped a lot with the dysmorphia, but it's not quite enough. One or two more surgeries, and I'll hopefully be there.

  I sigh and reach for my toothbrush, finishing off my nighttime routine I colpse onto bed after putting on some music. Rolling onto my back, I hadn't realized how tired I was. My breathing is rexed. My bed feels warmer than it should for winter without heating. Comfortable. Rexing.

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  Waking up I stretch nguidly. In the groggy haze that encompassed my mind, I slowly start trying to pop and crack various joints and am confused by the ck of noise and surprising flexibility I have.

  I open my eyes to a disturbing ck of color. This is not my room. I sorta wish it was. I'm in some sort of swanky queen sized canopy bed, seated in a room with truly beautiful stone paneling. No joke, who the hell decorates their walls with what looks like artistically carved granite sbs with some sort of shiny metal veins in them.

  "Dreamer's blighted cunt, what the fuck is going on here?"

  As I shift to get out of bed, I notice several things that are, how shall we say, off? First of all, I sleep naked, so why am I wearing what looks like a leather corset atop a full set of clothes. Two: IS THAT A TAIL!?

  "What in the Hells is going on here. Okay wow."

  That's an interesting voice. High, but with like the girly version of a rasp. Sorta hot.

  I push through the initial panic and confusion and turn, getting off the bed. Oh, these are some nice leather boots. Almost knee high and comfy, I'm not gonna lie, always wanted some of these.

  Looking around in the... bedroom? I notice what looks like a nightstand, what looks like the world's rgest and most expensive commode on the other side of the bed, two doors, a desk, and what looks like a rge makeup table straight from the 1800s.

  As well as what looks like a bat. If you repce the entire body of the bat with a rge reptillian eyeball. It's hanging above one of the doors from a rafter from what looks like a rather rge prehensile tail, staring directly at me.

  "Hello, nice bat... beholder... fp-fp?"

  Grabbing what looks like a quilt from the bed, I figure I can at least catch this thing in it like a giant net if it actually attacks me.

  It drops and starts fpping in pce, and wow, that is not a tail that is a stinger, before coming closer, and it is decidedly bigger than a bat. More like the size of your average house cat. Gulping, I try to scoot around it only for it to fp to the side, staying in front of me.

  "Can I maybe just uhm... Scoot around you? Get out of this room? I promise I'll leave you alone and just scoot off?"

  It keeps staring at me and maneuvering in front of me as I try to get around it. Right. Should have figured. It's an eyeball with wings. Can it even communicate?

  Suddenly it fps over right in front of me, and I raise the quilt in a panic, but it just hangs there. Going out on a limb, cause wow this may cost me one, I try and pat it.

  Huh. Not the texture I would've expected. The top seems to have a warm velvety leathery texture as it narrows its eye in.. contentment? Before it flies back to the rafter to anchor itself and closing its eye.

  "Weird. I'll just... you knooow..."

  I walk over to the make-up table, and noticing what looks like a desk mp, I start trying to see if I can turn it on before getting annoyed at the ck of visible switches and give it a bap only for it to turn on.

  COLOR! Glorious color! Why haven't I been able to see color till now?

  Wait, is my skin tanned?

  I move over and start examining myself in the diamond shaped mirror. Okay. That's a lot to take in. Also worryingly familiar. I giggle like a 15 year old schoolgirl.

  "Saints. Holy shit. Fuck"