Thread: A sudden change. One, hell of a change. [loneiysongxForeverMischievous]

Raising through obnoxious silence. Evolving, into slight murmuring. And further, to angered screaming. Why? Why all of this? Why had things gone this way? Why had it gone so bad? He'd tried to do good. He wasn't a saint. He downloaded illegally. He polluted. He was no better, then the next man. But he certainly never strayed from the path. Until then. Until, that sudden moment. When something inside him, had finally burst through. All his anger. All his hate. Everything he'd bottled up. All ending on the same poor soul. That poor woman. What had he done? Now. Falling. Falling fast, and hard. Through screams and shouts of anger and anguish. Slowly, the screams turned to that of pain and suffering, and finally, it ended, as he landed on a bed of flames. A bed of flames? A sudden gasp, woke Jens from his state of dreaming, almost leaping up from where he lay. He instantly pinched his eyes, and proceeded to itch them with a grunt. What? Was it all just a dream? Could he really just've dreamt it all? The crime. The hearing. The sentence? The. Prison murder? Apparently. Now he woke. And he very much felt alive. Maybe even more so. So. He wasn't insane? As he'd kept told himself? That all the anger he'd build up, had driven him mad? Good. He was a good guy. Didn't do bad things. Mark was a gamer. Just an average bloke. He had a part time job, as a video store clerk, and in his free time he wrote lesser stories, and played video games. An average bloke, with a rough childhood. And in truth, he had suddenly slapped. He'd been treated like trash, for the bigger part of his life. And it all bottled up, before exploding in a poor woman's face, causing him to commit rape, and murder. He'd deeply regretted it, and turned himself in, which had sent him to jail. And there, he didn't do well either. But his mind had completely snapped, and ended up messing with the wrong people, ultimately causing his own death. But something had happened. His soul and mind, had been transferred to an entirely different one. Entirely... Finally, Mark opened his eyes again, and what he saw, caused his jaw to drop. This certainly wasn't his room. he jumped out of the large, red and black bed, taking a few steps away from it, as he gazed around in the room. A fetish 'nightmare'. But in all honesty, it was a dream come true. Anything a kinky mind could want. Whips. Outfits. Chains, the likes. Anything a lusty heart could desire. Mark was dumfound, jaw dropped, and a doubting expression. He closed his eyes tightly a few times, only to find himself in the same place as they opened. He attempted to pinch his own arm, but as he did, he realized some kind of strange clothing was in the way. And as he gazed down, his eyes sprang even wider then thought possible. In panic, he gazed up, quickly finding a mirror, almost leaping towards it, only to find, exactly what he thought he'd seen. A tall, slender body, shaped for perfection, in a tightly fitted latex. Or rubber. What the hell did he know? For what felt like hours, but in reality was a mere minute, he stood pacified. Before finally, his eyes closed for a moment. And so, the new body of his, dropped to the floor. He wanted to faint. He should faint! What the fuck was going on! Why was he a beautiful woman? Last time he checked, he was fairly sure he was a rather unattractive, thin guy, wearing glass'. There he lay for a moment, before finally sitting up, gazing down the new body he was suddenly in. His hand was hesitant to touch himself, as he let it graze the firm breasts, contained inside the tight latex suit. Wh.. What.. The fuck? He whispered to himself, remaining completely confused, with a doubting expression down himself. Or. Well. Herself...