Midnight of Kiah

It was blank. Her brain completely shut off.She didn't know what to think or even think about it in the first place. She just wished she could close her eyes and it would disappear which didn't happen. She didn't know how to feel about this..this 'thing'.

Grace felt her brain was overloading with all these things happening one after another. she felt her head spinning and a feeling surged up her throat. She felt like throwing up. What was this? What should she make of this? Was she really dreaming? Grace was having a complete identity crisis. Nothing made sense to her. Rather than thinking who she or he is, she thought what she was?

She felt herself swingging side to side and tried to put her hand somewhere to get enough support to keep her standing. She needed answers and she knew she wasn't going to get them any time soon.

She had to see for herself. How she looked, was she asian as well? Did they made a surgery? She remembered a book she read once which a girl got her brain transferred to a celebrity's body with a surgery. It was complete b*llsh*t but she couldn't help but think maybe that is what happened to her. There was all kinds of theories running on grace's head nonstop.

She took a deep breath and tried to stabilize her heartbeat. It felt like it was going to fly out of her chest. Her hand reached out to her night stand so she could stay still for awhile without swaying . Her legs felt like jelly but she couldn't even be happy about feeling them because her emotions were running wild currently.

She took a look at the room again an spotted a glass door which she thought was the door of the bathroom. She took small steps towards the door, her legs wobbling like a newborn deer's. After three to four steps it felt more natural like she walked all her life.

A sour smile found its way to her face. This was her first time walking, a joyous occasion where she should be in tears of happiness. But all she could think of was how strange this body to her was. A taller, stronger body than her fragile one. A big contrast in body's condition made her feel uncomfortable and weird.

When she was finally inside the bathroom she was surprised. A big wall mirror right above the wide sink. A big tub right across the room. The bathroom was as big as her old hospital room. But that wasn't what made her surprised. It was the man reflected on the mirror. Truth slapped her in the face. She wasn't dreaming at all. She really, totally became a man.

An asian as she thought. She didn't know how to describe herself because the asians she saw all her life was consisted of four asians she just met today and the one doctor she saw in her old hospital.

The reflected on the mirror had a beautifully upturned nose like a dot and very very nice lips shaped like a cupid's bow. They weren't too big nor small, they were just right for his face with pink tones. His eyes were honey brown which was very different from her own green eyes. They were nice petal shaped eyes.

Except from looking little bit tired, he looked healthy.Rather than looking like a sick person that just woke up from coma, he just looked a little pale and malnourished.

He looked thin and his bones were a little bit noticeable under his thin hospital gown. He had wide shoulders and a slim waist. 'He must be around 176 centimeters' she thought. He had really nice silky honey brown hair that was almost to his cheeks. Which made grace think that she needed a haircut.

For a minute she was stunned. She was just having a panic attack seconds ago and was now thinking she just needed a hair cut like everything was normal. Was she losing her sanity or did years of sickness made her mentally more stable? She was pretty sure if some other person was in her situation they would've lost their minds till now already.

She closed her eyes for a second and a sigh escaped her lips. When she opened her eyes she decided she would think about this while taking a nice warm bath. In any case there was no one that can give her answers.