(Originally from writing.com)
After Michael, no my Mother and Melissa were finished with their meals they decided to head upstairs. I myself started to clean up the dinner all the while I was coming to terms with my now increasingly divided personality. “What the hell is happening to me” I said while putting the dishes into the sink. All I could do was think about my bipolar attitude that I had while having dinner. How and why were the first things to come to my mind, but I didn't have to think far. The dammed remote is what did it, there was no other explanation. “Next time Michael cleans up if he brings that dumb slut back here.” I said putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher.
Wait, what the hell did I just say? Why did I call Mom, Michael again and Melissa a slut? I decided to sit down, realizing that I was thinking like her again. “Christ I got to stop thinking like mom, I mean I am myself still, right? I still have my body!” I said nearly yelling, but stopping myself not wanting Michael or Melissa to hear me, both would probably think that I am quite mad in the head if they saw me.
Looking down at myself I couldn't deny that I was still me, regardless of my hair and my new clothes I was still myself, I was not my mother. Although maybe Mary was right…maybe I should get implants, I mean for Christ sake my son has bigger breasts then me. My head then cleared again, I need to somehow stop thinking like my Mother because while I may not be looked at as a man anymore, dammit I still felt like I still was one. I quickly finished all of the cleaning and decided to rest on my couch, not wanting to dwell on my now dual personality; shortly after I started to hear…
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