I'm writing this journal entry for some therapy program my parents found after the The Great Fusion Wave. I guess its supposed to help me or something. I don't even know why I need it, my sister got the ass end of the stick, as they say.
How do I start this?
I sat back next to the open window and took a hit of my joint. Crap, like all the others. I've never been able to find good weed around here, just whatever my old high school dealer decides I'm good enough for. Visiting my parents after my freshman felt disappointing. No freedom, a crappy job with a crappy boss, no good weed...
Okay, maybe too much detail, and none of that is important anyway. I guess I'll start by introducing myself.
My name is Leslie. I'm a 19 year old rising sophomore, going to a small liberal arts school for art. I guess I never really grew out of my goth days, I still wear dark colors and my parents call me "broody". I've put on the freshman fifteen, but I didn't mind too much. My boobs got bigger and my thighs and ass got bigger too. James, my boyfriend, says I should be proud to take part of the "thicc" craze. He'd always been there for me.
I guess I should write about my sister now. We're stuck together forever, at least if the doctors know what they're talking about. Jessica used to embody the perfect trophy wife, tall, thin, blonde, tanned. You know, the works. She graduated from the large state school a couple years ago with what everyone called a "mom" degree. I can't even remember what it is now, she never intended to use it. She just wanted to lock down some rich guy and run around as a pretty socialite. She pretty much had that figured out. She had met her husband, Derrick, while they attended college. He fell in love with her immediately, she fell in love with his daddy's money.
Okay, that day. I had been staying at my parent's after my first year of college for a summer. Derrick and Jessica were staying nearby, working out some deal for his father's company. Mom had volun-told them over for dinner one weekday night.
Um, before it happened. The five of us were sitting around the table. Derrick was the light of the party, keeping everyone joking and laughing all day. Its a shame, he could have easily gotten someone who really cared for him, but he got my sister. Guess he gets another chance now.
Then, while Derrick was going through his favorite story about his first internship, the red flash happened. The Great Fusion Wave, as they call it now. I don't really know what happened, it knocked me out. I woke up slumped against the wall. I looked and saw mom, dad, and Derrick all staring, mouths agape. Dad and Derrick helped me to the bathroom so they could show me what happened.
In the mirror, I first looked at my face and upper body. I didn't realize what had happened. Then I saw it. I looked down and saw my sister's face where my crotch should have been. I think at that point I started crying. I couldn't believe my eyes. At that point my sister woke up. She asked confused questions, why are the cabinets so high up, why is Derrick so tall, my hands feel weird. Well, they were my feet, I guess she could still move them as arms. She slowly learned she was the ass half our new "humantaur" form. She picked me up standing and crying and yelling and freaking out. I just kinda hung off her head and shoulders in disbelief. I couldn't blame her either, her life had just flipped upside down. She had lost her life as a soon-to-be rich, well-connected woman to be our lower half.
She did make some pretty hurtful remarks, though. Calling me a fatass, a failure, that I need to be surgically removed from her. Really caused this new stage of our relationship to start off on the wrong foot. Maybe mom and dad are right about this therapy thing.
I think I'll write my next journal entry about...