Woke up with dysphoria. Laid in bed and relished it. Usually, dysphoria gives me the sensation a body part is bloated or unnaturally large. Today, I felt like an animate skeleton. And all my flesh was just another layer of bed sheets over me. Hyper-aware of my bones, down to the shattered pinky toes and the never whole hand bone. How interesting and different!
I guess that’s to be expected from a night spent shifting from shape to shape.
Pro tip #1: When a strange woman traveler wanders into town, trying to force her into service at the town’s brothel is usually a bad idea. While the transparent walls around the women’s bathroom stall was a good idea for scat fetish watchers, making them out of glass wasn’t. I think I interrupted a sting operation. I recognized one of the women too late, but he was barely holding his laughter when he made his exit in the chaos I was causing. (Intentional pronouns are intentional. The person was a woman during the sting, but changed gender and form to a man to escape unnoticed in the stampede.)
Pro tip #2: Pay your taxes and your ‘rent’. So when law enforcement arrives and find you’ve been running an unlicensed brothel in the college basement, you don’t get arrested and have all your bank accounts frozen. Come on guys, did no one learn from Capone? Sheesh!
Dear FNG, I tried to warn you. Shut the fuck up! Screaming like I bit you when you came around the boulder attracted a lot of attention. Trying to command me in your deity’s name to submit and obey you only pissed me off. Then when the local apex predator arrived, and chose the easier lunch to open, appealing to my sense of humanity only ensured I was leaving you behind. When you wake up, walk it off and try not to trip over shadows and ego next time.
Gotta get used to these new nagini markings. Though they are a nice confirmation that chapter of my life is closed.