The Stranger

Last week, after Sahra finished her tour of duty, she came home safe and sound. It was her last mission; five whole years we had been apart, I still waited for her faithfully.

Her flight was late, and when I picked her up from the airport, we got home late. It was dark. After we pulled into the driveway and walked into the house, we dropped everything in the living room and went straight into the bedroom to dance between the sheets. To fulfill our carnal hunger, we ravished each other like wild animals.

We were the perfect union, two unique flames burning hotter than the sun. When fantasy and intimacy collide like asteroids, it could melt two hearts at once like iron in a fire.

During our unity, we made such unforgettable memories; it was a blissful time filled with exhilarating love and passion.

After the flames subdued in the darkest hours past midnight, we let out our steam of exhaustion, unable to move a muscle. Without leaving our bedroom, we curled up together like spaghetti, as if we were fighting to prevent even the air coming between us. Soon, with weary eyes, we drifted into an utterly sounding and quiet sleep as she whispered lullaby dreams into my longing ears.

Before break dawn, she woke up and went for her daily run and exercise. I stayed behind, relieved, yet still exhausted. It was a wonderful night I’d had in a long time! I didn’t want to get out of bed until Sarah would return. But I had to use the restroom—my bladders were about to explode.

When the sunray shone through the open windows, I opened the curtains and walked to the restroom. I stood by the toilet and tried to urinate When my hands could grab onto anything, I gazed down. All I could see was a plain field. Just like that, my manhood was gone. Instead, what I found shook me to my cores.

I looked in the mirror and began to unveil slowly. Nothing prepared me for what the night had stored for me; I was forever a changed man without warming. Though inside I still felt like a man, I was looking at a woman, a stranger in the mirror.

It was a bizarre situation to digest. Looking at my new self, a sudden thunderbolt of confusion hit me like a migraine. I sighed bitterly, trying to calm down my fiery nerves, so I could understand what’s happened to me.

I ran to the bedroom to put on some clothes. When I walked in, Sarah was taking off her clothes that were drenched in sweat and was heading to the shower. She stopped in the middle of the room when our eyes met; she was startled as if a red light flashed between her forehead.

“Excuse me, who the hell are you? what are you doing in my house?” she said, covering her privates, confused and lost at the same time, to say the least about her reactions.

I wanted to say something soothing but what was going to say? I am your lover Michael, the man you’d spent a passionate night together? But now I’m a woman? How absurd would that sound that when you left this morning suddenly my gender had changed? Biologically impossible of course, and absolutely an insane thought for both of us to comprehend.

Also, she might have thought that I was sleeping with another woman. I couldn’t blame her if that scene played in her mind. But I had to think of a way of telling her what’s happened to me. That would’ve been helpful if I understood it myself, too, first.

But I had no idea.

There was nothing I could do or say that would convince her to believe me. All I knew was that I had no other choice. Either she’d believe me and help me figure out the bizarre situation I’d encountered or I’d do it alone.

I had to tell her the plain truth.

“Sarah, please, don’t freak out, it’s me, Michael,” I said, getting closer to her, hoping she’d get it.

But she didn’t. She began to retract. Then, she went hysterical, running from one room to room looking for me. I was there, standing in front of her yet with a different face and body. When she finished scouring all crevices of the house, she stopped, puzzled, and stood by the door, like she began to realize that she wasn’t dreaming. She looked at me, her fierce eyes slowly dilating to calmness, still her mind in turmoil.

I told her intimate secrets and the birthmark between her thighs. The first time we’d made love, she’d told me that asides myself and her Ex, nobody ever knew about that mark.

If I were in her shoes, I wouldn’t understand any of it either.

“Is this some kind of joke, “ she said softly this time. “How is this possible? This is absolutely impossible!”

I nodded because my situation was indeed impossible. But I wish I knew why it happened.

She came closer and wrapped her arms around me, held me tightly, rainfall tears rolling down on her red cheeks. She gazed into my eyes and began to explore the strange woman’s body.

I admit, I looked way better as a woman, so captivating and seductive! I might keep this new body.

MidnightInk 8-23-2020