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taking-over-his-life · 4 years ago

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Colt

Written by my internet friend Colt many years ago.

I woke up to the intense pain like that of a migraine headache. I could feel every hair on my body it seemed, with an undertow of muscle aches all over my body. My mind was spinning round and round, trying to figure out where I was. The room was dark, I could sense that the room was strangely familiar, but I couldn’t make the connection. Oh, the pain, how I wished it would go away. As I grappled to sit upright, the pain instantly started to tighten its grip on my head. My eyes started adjusting to the darkness of the room. Fear and panic started to run through my mind, this just wasn’t where I remember going to sleep.

The last thing that I remember was that I had gone to a friend’s party. I had started feeling strange at the party so I had left and went home. I vaguely recall entering my house and going to my bedroom and falling face first onto my bed. And that was all I wrote.

But, now here I am in this room that I have no idea how I came to be in. My eyes started adjusting to the darkness of the room. I could make out that there were two small kids sleeping on cots, and another person that I could hear breathing but couldn't place where they were. I realized that I was now sitting up on a sleeping bag that was on the floor. My brain struggled to figure out where the hell I was. Completely paralyzed by the fear I felt continued its grip on me. And the ungodly pain in my head. I couldn't even wish that much pain on even my worst enemy. Yet, for some reason, the surroundings were so familiar, but I couldn't make the connection with my excruciating level of pain. I must be having one of my migraines and hallucinating at the same time. That was the only explanation that I could think of at this point.

When I quit trying so hard to remember my surroundings, the answer hit me with a vengeance. The room I was in was my Aunt and Uncle’s basement. Their basement had a one very large room with a pool table, tables, couches, and a bar. Ok, I must be dreaming, this just can’t be real. It didn’t make any sense to me. As I sat up on the sleeping bag, I realized that I was wearing full biker leathers. Judging by what I could feel against my skin, I had on a pair of leather pants tucked into tall boots, a leather shirt, a leather jacket and tight fitting gloves on. The leather felt very warm, moist, and sweat soaked against my skin. The leather felt like it fit me like a glove all over my body which felt soothing on my ragged nerves. My eyes had now adjusted to the darkness and I could see well enough to get around the basement.

I NEED air! I couldn’t make any sense of how I come to be in these surroundings. I was still petrified of what has happened to me, and maybe some fresh air will help. I carefully stepped around the obstacles in the basement, acting like a cat trying not to make a sound as I made my way upstairs. The boots and leathers I was wearing started to make plenty of noise, so I did my best to adjust my movements to quiet down the leather creaking. It seemed as though my hearing abilities were magnified greatly over normal, it must have been the fact that it was dark in the room and of course the fear I was experiencing. It seemed to take forever climbing up the non-carpeted steps without making any discernable level of noise. After climbing up the steps, I found myself in the kitchen. I needed something to drink to my quench my dry mouth. I carefully opened up the fridge and grabbed a Mountain Dew (I almost did not recognize the Mountain Dew can) and left the kitchen. Finding the back door to the house, I gently opened the door so as to not wake anyone up. I stepped outside onto the cool patio cement floor, it was obviously summer time. I set my Mountain Dew down on the patio table. The night was deafening to me, it just seemed too quiet for some reason. As I sat down on a bench on the patio in the bright moonlight, I could see something that almost gave me a heart attack. In the driveway were my cousin’s Torino, '40 Ford and my Uncle’s Dodge truck that they had back in the early 70s. Also in the driveway were two Harley Davidson motorcycles. The Harleys could explain why I'm clad in full biker leathers. This can’t be real! I went and looked at the license plate of truck, and it had 1973 stamped into it. Looking out towards the front of the house, I could see my Dad’s GMC pickup truck with its camper shell on it that we had back then too. In front of Dad's truck, was a Chevy Malibu. It looked as though we were on one our annual summer vacations back to Denver Colorado. I could feel something in one of the pockets of my jacket; it was a pack of Marlboro reds in a box that were just a bit smashed. I managed to pull out a few cigs without breaking them. The cigs were not totally damaged, just a bit bent from being squished a bit in my jacket from laying on them. My hands were very shaky trying to strike a match to light up that magic first Marlboro. My leather covered hands finally made the match come to life and lit that first Marlboro. I took a very slow and deep drag, feeling my tenseness starting to subside

somewhat. Exhaling slowly making smoke rings in the night air with the bright moonlight casting its light on the rings. The smoke rings against the bright moonlit night fascinated me for a few minutes distracting me from my situation. I was completely puzzled, trying to figure out a rational explanation for my predicament. I could only remember that when I went to sleep last night, the year was 2003, 30 years from where I was now. And all of a sudden I realized I’m NOT the same person. In the summer of 1973, I was only 9 years old, how could I be this adult sized person? As I finished that first cig, I started to panic again with a new found fear, I lit another cig. Then I popped the top of the Mountain Dew can on the table. I took a big gulp of the magic Mountain Dew, cooling my throat all of the way down to my stomach.

Realizing that there was something in one of the jacket pockets, I reached into the pocket pulled out a wallet. I slowly opened the wallet, afraid of what I would find; I hadn’t even looked at myself in a mirror yet. Using the bright moonlight, I looked at a driver’s license for someone that never existed, yet here it is. The license was a Florida driver’s license. Well, my family used to live there in 1973. I carefully inspected the license, looking at the picture, the printed information, realizing that I must truly be this “new” person. The name printed on the license was Kirk Derek Colten McCormack; the birthday was October 15, 1956; and the address was where we had lived in Florida at that time. OOOOOh my God!!!!! I must be somebody else, but in my own family? The Twilight Zone was REALLY happening to me I thought. My hands still shaking, I lit another cig. Right now, I couldn’t get enough nicotine to alleviate my fears and anxieties. At that point, I couldn’t discern one reality from the next. I was in a REAL Twilight Zone. Where was Rod Serling? He had to be around here somewhere telling the television audience of my predicament it seemed. Did I really look like the guy in the license picture? My curiosity compelled me to run over to my Uncle’s truck to look in the mirror to see what I looked like. The reflection startled me so much that I jumped back a bit after the initial view of myself in the mirror. It was ME, the guy in the license picture and in the mirror. Yikes! I could swear I must be having a nervous crack-up or something.

I know I must be dreaming this whole thing. I thought I should just go inside and go to sleep and I will reawake in the year 2003 where I belong as Jeremy McCormack. Quietly opening the back door to the house, I slipped inside. I decided to lay down on the couch in the family room. To my relief I fell asleep rather quickly.

Chapter Two

I awoke suddenly to someone shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes slowly, hoping that I had just been experiencing a vivid nightmare and that all was back to normal. My Aunt Ruth and I made eye contact and it startled me. Oh, my God! It looked as though I was going to continue to suffer this mind bending nightmare. Aunt Ruth was talking to me, but I really couldn’t make sense of what she was saying. She repeated what she had just said to me. Aunt Ruth kept saying that I didn’t look very well, and that I appeared to have a very high fever. Her hands were like ice on my face. Aunt Ruth said it must be all of the leather I was wearing. I think I was delirious to say the least. All of a sudden, my “brother” Jeremy and sisters Rebecca and Jeanette popped their faces in front of me asking me if I was alright. I jumped back a bit again, seeing my “own” self in front of me. At that moment I was truly freaked out and jumpy to say the least. It seemed like everyone in the house (my parents, cousins, brother and sisters and my Aunt and Uncle) were surrounding me like I was the star attraction, looking at me making their own diagnosis of the situation. I could sense that they must have thought I was high on something, because of the way I was acting (not realizing at the moment that Colt experimented with drugs occasionally). Finally I sat up, still feeling dizzy. I finally convinced everyone that I had a migraine last night and just needed to take a shower and clean up and that that would help me feel better. I somehow managed to stand up even though I was a little disoriented and negotiated the steep staircase to the basement. I now realized that I was feeling the same way I did when I went asleep in 2003. Someone must have slipped me some kind of drug back in 2003, and I was just having a brilliant nightmare. My thoughts were that I must go with the flow of this “dream” so I could survive it and then it would be over and I could return to who I was originally.

I went downstairs into the basement. I found where "my" stuff was which was in a duffle type bag next to a sleeping bag on the floor near my Uncle's pool table. I opened up the bag to go through the duffle bag looking for some clothes to change into after I took a shower. Somehow I had to get some time alone, to try and get my wits together. While I continued to be in deep thought, Dad walked over to me asked whether or not that I felt good enough to still go on our planned motorcycle ride. I quickly answered that I thought it sounded groovy. Going for a motorcycle ride would most definitely give me the time to sort things out without too many interruptions. I could then deal with my situations without my family thinking that I was an absolute stoner and high on something.

I went back to rummaging through the duffle bag so I could get a better idea of who I was now, that is when I discovered quite a surprise. I had mostly motorcycle leathers, 3 or 4 pairs of leather pants, several pairs of tall boots, several pair of leather western shirts, a leather vest and several motorcycle jackets completed the leather gear. The scent of the leather gave me a momentary "high" that I could never get enough of to tell the truth. I was rather stunned for a minute. The leather gear was very soft and actually rather stylish for the time. Several pairs of the leather pants, some were the 70s style bell bottom styles. A couple pairs of pants were vintage (to me any how) motorcycle styled with zippered pockets instead of the regular kind of pockets. What surprised me was the fact, that there were motorcycle leathers in the suitcase. My last “lifetime,” we didn’t own any street motorcycles, just an old dirt bike. The rest was the usual 70s styled clothes and stuff of the like. There was also a small box that was full of Indian turquoise silver jewelry.

I settled on a set of leathers similar to what I was already wearing. A sleeveless black leather western shirt, a pair of breeches, and a pair of highly polished knee high engineer boots (which I had on at the moment). I went to the bathroom, closed the door, and began to take off my sweat soaked leathers. I started with taking off my gloves. On my fingers were several Indian silver rings and a wide silver bracelet laden with different colors of turquoise. When I slipped off my jacket, I noticed a wide black leather watchband. I sat down on the toilet and pulled off my glossy boots. When I took off my leather shirt, I felt that I had a few silver necklaces around my neck. I pulled off a leather strap that held my long hair into a pony tail. I felt a thick mustache on my face that was shaped like an upside down horseshoe. I finished getting undressed and turned on the hot water to the shower and slowly entered the stream of hot water. The hot steamy water of the shower beating down on my face felt so refreshing.

I soaped myself up thoroughly not paying attention to my "new" body. I did notice that when I was washing my hair that I had several earrings pierced in my left ear. I must be really into jewelry. My life in 2003 I could have cared less when it came to any kind of jewelry. The hot water soothed and relaxed my entire body. After I was rinsed clean I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. That was when I noticed that there was a full length mirror on the back side of the bathroom door. I took a towel and cleaned the steam off of the mirror. I looked in the mirror, and I noticed my “new” body was quite attractive. The reflection of my “new” face in the mirror was a young teenager and those pearly whites were flawless looking. I stood probably about 6' tall and my body was very muscular as though I spent years lifting weights. My straight, thick, long, dark brown hair fell between my shoulder blades. My long brown hair was so soft and silky. My face had chiseled features with a pearly white smile that was just flawless. My thick soft manicured mustache made me look like a rock star with my long hair. I could now see the ear piercings in my left ear. My darkly tanned skin was smooth, tight, with a soft and fine covering of dark brown hair all over. My eyes were an unusual purple color that could mesmerize anyone. My strong hands started feeling all over my body sensing the newness of it all. My hands of course found their way to my crotch. My hands found my cock with huge balls and started working it over a bit. In just seconds, it stood tall and proud at least 12 inches long and nicely thick. Within another minute, I shot a huge load all over the full length mirror on the back side of the bathroom door. The orgasm seemed to last for minutes, and a release that I so desperately needed. At that moment, I froze for a moment as I shockingly discovered that I was staring at TWO cocks both hard as a rock. When I had shot my load, it came from BOTH cocks. Ok, so now I am some sort of freak was the next thought on my mind. But then I realized that two cocks were better than one, with double the pleasurable sensations. I guess it won't be that bad being a freak.

Chapter Three

My mind realized that I had better finish getting dressed. I slipped on the cool black sleeveless western leather shirt. The shirt fit like it was tailored for a perfect fit. I only snapped the front of the shirt about halfway exposing the valley of my chest between my well defined pecs and the brilliant silver necklaces. I placed the wide watchband on next. I kept all of the jewelry on while I took my shower as didn't want to deal with that detail. Then I slipped into the black leather breeches (these breeches were non-flared) making sure that I adjusted for my cocks, one down each leg. The fly was made with exposed metal snaps from the crotch all the way up to the waistband. Rather sexy looking I thought. My thighs filled out the legs of the breeches so smoothly. I tucked in my smooth black leather sleeveless western styled shirt. Then I snapped up the fly of the breeches and buckled up the wide basket weave belt. The pant legs, now that was a different story. Each leg had a zipper that extended from crotch to the bottom of each pant leg. I put on a pair of socks and then I zipped myself tightly into each leg of the breeches. The leathers that I had just shoehorned myself into were the tightest leathers that I had ever remembered wearing in my other life. At the bottom of each leg was an elastic stirrup that looked like it was designed to keep my breeches from bunching up when I sat or stood up. The breeches fit perfectly like the shirt. The breeches fit so smoothly that there was no way I could put much of anything into the pockets. Next, I pulled on my highly polished tall engineer boots which the boot shafts came to just under my knees that were made by Dehner Boot Company. The closest way I could describe how I looked for the most part was that of Maxwell Caulfield in the movie "Grease 2" when he was in his slick full leathers at the end of the movie. I stared at myself in the full length mirror on the door admiring myself for a few minutes and absolutely delighted with what I saw. I was a little narcissistic for a few minutes at my killer looks. I finished getting ready by brushing my hair and teeth. I tied up my long hair into a pony tail with a strip of black leather with a snap on it. I was as ready as I could be to face more of my continuing dream.

Mom (who wouldn’t be my Mother this time around obviously - because Mom and Dad hadn’t gotten married until 1961), knocked on the door to see if I was done, so Dad could clean up. I told her a few more minutes and I would be done. I quickly cleaned up my mess and finished getting myself together.

I went back to my sleeping bag and grabbed my 50s D-pocket styled motorcycle jacket which I noticed was lined in a light weight red perforated leather and a pair of black tight fitting gloves. The gloves I placed into my breeches back zippered pocket about half way in. I gently placed my mirrored aviator sunglasses on the front of my leather shirt where it was snapped up halfway. Where I placed the glasses drew attention to my exposed chest. These few details such as the gloves in my breeches pocket, and hanging the sunglasses onto my shirt just seemed to flow out of me naturally. I could feel my raw sexual energy emanating from my body which I had no control over. There seemed to be an overwhelming power over me on how I carried myself (as Colt). My movements seemed to be guided by that power that I couldn't put my finger on. I guess it must have been Colt's sub consciousness that was controlling me. It seemed as thought my mind was an overlay on top of Colt's mind.

I double checked to make sure my wallet was still in my jacket and grabbed another pack of Marlboros and matches which I put into a pocket of the leather shirt. I went upstairs to the kitchen where Aunt Ruth offered me breakfast, but I decided on a couple of cans of Mountain Dew instead. My nerves were too shot to eat anything right now. My sisters, brother (me before this dream started), and Mother were in the kitchen eating breakfast with my Aunt. Dad was downstairs in the basement getting ready to go on our ride.

I went outside onto the patio with my smokes and the cans of Mountain Dew. Sitting there on the patio smoking and taking big gulps of Mountain Dew my mind was doing quick flashes of my "life" as Colt. The temperature was warming up quickly. It must have been around 80 F now, sunny with brilliant blue clear skies. The time was probably around 10:00 am. The warmth of the day made my leathers start to glue themselves to my skin. The sensations of the leather against my body began to turn me on. I was becoming highly aroused at this point.

I decided to find a distraction to suppress my hormones for a while. I turned to my mounting curiosity to check out things around the house to see if I could remember more. So I decided to walk around and check things out. I walked around the house to the front yard and was checking out what I thought was a Malibu that I saw last night (I was a car enthusiast back in 2003 so this car was intriguing). When I got closer to the car, I noticed that there were not any Malibu or Chevrolet nameplates on the car. There were a lot of differences from that of a Malibu. At first I thought it was a customized car but there were nameplates that read Beaumont SD and 396. The nameplates had a maple leaf on them. The car must be Canadian. I thought what a strange name for a car and perplexed as to why it was in the States. As I did a quick look over of the car, it became apparent that I was beginning to "remember" more and more of Colt (and less of my former self) and that the Beaumont was mine. The Beaumont was red inside and out and appeared to have every gadget you could possibly order on a car back then when it was new. The car just plain sparkled. I must have been a stickler for keeping it looking impressive all of the time.

As I returned to the patio to sit down, everybody except Dad and I were leaving to go visit our Grandparents. I lit another Marlboro and opened the other can of Mountain Dew. I sat transfixed upon the gleaming Harleys sitting in the driveway. One of the Harleys was a red and black Electra Glide with a bunch of accessories and goodies on it. The other Electra Glide was silver and was a bit more spartan. My mind was flashing more bits of Colt's memory. I then knew that the red and black Electra Glide was mine. It was a '70 model that I paid cash for. I thought how could a teenager pay cash for a late model Harley? I probably would remember the answer to that question soon as well. The silver Electra Glide belonged to Dad and it was a '65 model (the first year of the electric start Harleys). I noticed that the driveway was clear of the cars and truck. Everyone but my Aunt must have gone to work. On the far side of the garage was a trailer. I suddenly remembered that Dad had towed the trailer from home. Dad brought the Harleys in it and some of our luggage.

Dad called out to me from the back door of the house. He said he would be ready in about 10 minutes. I went inside and grabbed my jacket. I slipped on my 50s motorcycle jacket. The red leather lining felt terrific against my naked arms. I stuffed my smokes into my shirt pocket. Gently pulling my sunglasses from the front of my shirt I slid them onto my face adjusting them for the perfect position. I grabbed my black leather gloves from the back pocket of my breeches and slowly worked each glove onto my strong hands. I found the keys to the Harley in one of the jacket pockets. I moaned softly with the pleasurable sensations of being totally engulfed in tight fitting, shiny, and highly polished black leathers. DAMN! I knew at that moment that I was HOT looking exuding sexual energy at full power. My cocks started to snake down each leg with considerable strain as my tightly leather clad legs were doing its best to prevent it. I knew that it would be just a matter of time before I would shoot a considerable size load of cum down each leg. At that point I didn't care, I welcomed it actually.

I loved it! I went outside to the bikes and started my Harley. Dad walked out of the house (and locked the door) fully clad in glistening black leather from his neck down. I realized that I had an air of confidence that I had never felt or experienced even in my "previous life" being around my Father. Dad's personality was totally different from my last "life". Dad and I (Colt) seemed to have a very tight knit bond between us in this life. Dad was now a very cheerful person and was insistent on having fun whenever possible. He also had a very different physical build of his body. He was much more muscular than he was in the other realm. We both seemed to feed one liners to each other so we were laughing a lot.

Chapter Four

Dad strutted over to his bike fluidly. It was almost sexy. He started his gleaming silver Harley Electra Glide. My bike was pretty much all warmed up and ready to go. Oh the feel of the exhaust pulsating from the two Harleys just made my pulse quicken and start my adrenaline pumping. Oh I was pretty excited about going for the ride. I told Dad told me to lead the way as I knew how to get to Evergreen by going the long way. We were going to have lunch in Evergreen and then cruise around and head back to my Aunt and Uncle's house in Westminster. Dad thought our ride should last about 4-5 hours. I then lowered myself on to my vibrating Electra Glide. The vibrations made my cocks come to life again. I slowly zipped up my 50s leather jacket up to the snapped lapels. I reached up and turned up my collar to look "cool". This ride is going to be great I thought. I kicked my bike into first gear and slowly let the clutch out and I was heading down the driveway. I gently eased the bike onto the street with Dad behind me. Once I was on the street, I had to just let loose on the throttle and raced Dad to the end of the street. Dad was right beside me. Oh, my gawd, this was certainly better than the Harley I had in 2003. Just feeling the raw power of the Harley going down the road was thrilling my senses. We headed over to the Boulder Turnpike and went towards Boulder. The warm sun beating down on my black leathers and the wind in my face and from the speed going down the highway was so invigorating. I surely enjoyed the wind blowing through my long hair. Between feeling the heat from my leathers to the vibration from the engine of the Harley, I suddenly shot copious amounts of cum down my legs in my leather breeches. Oh that felt so good! What a way to have an orgasm! I didn’t care that I was going to have a mess to clean out of my breeches when we were done with our ride.

As Dad and I approached Boulder (it sure looked different from what I remember in 2003), my mind was starting to remember more memories of Colt the “brother” I had become. I was beginning to see more and more memories flashing in my mind. It was so strange to feel my two lives becoming one. More memories began to come through the more relaxed I became. My old life was starting to fade to where it was beginning to seem like it was the dream. The real Colt personality was taking over my old personality little by little. I could feel the transformation take over me. I was feeling so revitalized with more energy and drive, but with a sense of a responsibility that I was here to accomplish something that I couldn’t do previously. On the west side of Boulder, Dad and I turned onto Hwy. 93 heading south towards Golden. Oh, the thrill of it all. Everything seemed to be making more sense and I started feeling more comfortable with myself being Colt. I decided to let my mind relax enough so that I could remember more of Colt's memories. Being on the motorcycle with the wind in my hair I now was able to be by myself to where I could just let the memories flow through.

#male body swap #body swap #body switch #bodyswap #leather boots

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dolphin-enthusiast · 4 years ago

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good evening caro mio, it's very lovely to see you~!! 💞🌹💫 oh my, i was gone for a little bit wasn't i? i apologize if i made any of you worry/wasn't there to help brighten your days like you say i do!! i was taking a little bit of a mental health break, and i feel a lot better now!!! i'm so happy to be back here, i missed you all so much!! (especially you morgy! ❤) (1/???)

"i hope your first day of school went alright,, i know how much it sucks, but i'm here alongside you to get through it all!! hopefully this school year can be at least a teensy bit easier on everyone,, but we do have to take it one day at a time, or as i say, baby steps 🌠 i should probably address this now so i can get the serious bits out of the way, but i assure you all that i'm alright!! that incident was just unfortunate, and my family made me take a rest from working because of it,, (2/?)

plus, that kind of situation is common for me unfortunately, so i'm used to sudden panics like that,, but i feel quite better now!! and i'm happier more than ever to be back again 💖💖💖 (3/?)

i do truly thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all of your patience, kind words, and support!! i'm honestly extremely surprised at how sweet everyone was about this,, it's such a nice change from daily life,, i have no idea how to put my utter gratefulness into words, but please know that i love you all so so so much!! i wouldn't trade any of you for the world, you matter so much to me 💌 (4/?)

it seems that so much has happened while i was gone,, all of these picrews (which i absolutely adore!) and quinn getting into my account?? ahhhhh oh gosh,, that's a lot!! i'm gonna have to scold her! i can't believe she would submit such candid pics of me and other stuff,, quite embarrassing! but i wasn't expecting such a positive response to me and my one cat,,, who knew that all you anons find me sleeping cute??? it's confusing to me, but i find it quite funny hehe 😖❤ (5/?)

luckily i was able to be a little more productive lately, even if i have been exausted!! i've been cooking, cleaning, modeling, sewing, dancing, and editing videos for people,, so much work! i do think it's worth it though, it helps distract me from the bad things in life, and other people end up happy,, i'd consider it a win-win for me!!! my dad also taught me how to fix up an angelo azzuro,, which is a cocktail i didn't learn yet! (6/?)

it took two days of hard work and practice, but according to him, i "nailed it right on the head" my papa is always my go-to for mixology, he taught me most of what i know, and he's always the first person to try my drinks! apparently it's a very interesting concept to my other friends, since they have so limited access to spirits,, it does make sense though! (7/?)

we italians just don't care about drinking ages hehehe, as long as we're responsible and cautious with age, it adds to our lifespan ;) during that short break, i suppose my narcolepsy flared up a lot since i was falling asleep left and right! it was awful having to constantly wake up with either a migraine, extra tiredness, or even a bruise or two,, thankfully though i had my family to watch over me,, at least i was finally able to make up for lost sleep hehe 💫 (8/?)

i also got to play a lot of minecraft hehe,, my friend and i actually spent a full day doing a speedrun world, and we killed the ender dragon and wither within only 2 1/2 hours!! it was crazy,, i guess me and him just make a dynamic duo (but i dare to say,, not quite as dynamic as you and me 😉) speaking of minecraft, over the weekend i decided that i'm going to start streaming on twitch soon as a hobby!! i'm very excited for this, it's something i've wanted to do for a very long time now (9/?)

all of my friends and my siblings are very supportive of it, which i'm super glad about!! i've always found little bits of joy in my favorite streamers, so why not give back to that community? an artist friend of mine even drew me a pfp as a gift, it's so cute! all i have to do is figure out a balance between school, personal life, and streaming, then i'll be set,, i'm always happy to get a new hobby 😊✨ (10/?)

oh my, it's almost 23:45 now!! sadly, unlike today, tomorrow is full of classes and work,, so i should probably get going to bed! i'll hopefully see you tomorrow then, darling! goodnight, and as always, sweet dreams,, make sure to rest extra when you can 💗- much much love and extra hugs, waifu anon xoxo 💗❤💖💞💓💕��💌 ps: you say that you'd come all the way to america just to say such kind things to me?? it looks like i'll just have to return the favor then darling 💘 (11/11)"

This do b kinda late ngl since im assuming i literally leave for school just as u send those in💀💀💀 things r kinda hard w school here but today was actually one of the few decent days i had in what y e a r s??? Me n my friends went out after classes and spent the entire afternoon sipping boba tea (it was my first time having it since boba places r rare here and we had to travel in the opposite part of the city and holy shit my third eye opened bruh i A S C E N D E D) and talking abt anime and simping and basically clowned eachother constantly jahahhdkf

B u t enough of that bc i see u had some nice days goin on as well😳😳 as i said many times before i'd kill a man to taste the cocktails that u do and one day we finna do that on g o d 😩✌�� and STREAMING? DROP THE LINK WILL YA DARLIN ME N THE CLOWN ARMY WILL BE THERE IN A H E A R T B E A T HDJDJSJ honestly streamer waifu is such a nice concept....i myself dream of streaming but sadly i dont have the time, space, money and overall neccesary equipments for it which is lowkey depressing ngl💀

Either way im glad to hear u been balancing things out and taking breaks dear, i myself am t r y i n g to make time for other stuff too since i really wanna write and watch anime (u know what series i just finished and had a 🅱️REAKDOWN 🅱️ REAKDOWN over one hour ago🤡🔪) but the schedule do b wacky ngl....

And as always i say: of c o r p s e everyone had positive reactions?? W h y w o u l d n t t h e y-

#JESUS HAS A R R I V E D #also wow dear...bein a smooth criminal again i s e e👁️#the confessional

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