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Usually the 7 year itch pertains to marriage, but when you've been divorced from the drink for that long it takes on a more significant meaning. I'm the type of person that sees a Pub in the desert instead of a mirage of a pool of clear cold water. I could be crawling in the Sahara and find civilization with my last bit of energy and if given the choice would drink warm Gin mixed with Tequila instead of life saving H2O.
How did I ever leave her for so long? Why did I even bother? She always gave me what I needed. So wet and always so sweet with never ending feelings of bliss until I reached that moment of clarity which always gave me such a profound sense significance and meaning.
Well, I've been tested many times but tonight was the night I would fall. It wasn't fair because I was tricked. I was drawn to the light just like a moth to the flame to burn in a fiery crash.
Without me realizing I had walked a different path home which brought me into earshot of this most seductive music. Before I knew it I was inside the "Nimeta Baar", which means a bar with no name in Estonian.
They served cocktails with alcohols I never knew existed. I thought I had died and went to heaven .... or hell. I really didn't care. It was as if I was already drunk before I walked through the door. The music simply controlled my mind and my body, me getting drunk was a forgone outcome. Once I heard the first few notes it's as if I had floated inside to my inevitable doom, and I was totally fine with it. No fear, no regrets only anticipation of what to taste first.
Before I knew it I was breathing drinks. I grew gills and transformed into a fish swimming in alcohol. I felt as if I would suffocate every second I was not drinking. And at the same time I knew this would be my demise. This is how I would die and it was glorious. I quaffed every kind kind of beer they had and took a shot of every exotic liquor they offered. The cocktails had such amazing garnishes. I would have bought a round for everyone in the bar but it was just me, the bartender and the 2 amazing musicians.
She played so lovely and I hated her for it. Why did she bring me here?
I would soon hate the organist as well, she played the organ but was really out to harvest my organ.
The next thing I knew I was looking up at a Cop. I heard his radio squawking and the sounds of a Firetruck and an ambulance.
The Cop said I was lucky and that it could have been worse. The others weren't so lucky. I tried to ask what had happened and where I was but before I knew it, I was being loaded into the ambulance.
I looked out of the Ambulance window and was horrified when I caught a glimpse of where they were taking me. I assumed I would be going to a hospital, even though I felt no pain and really had no idea what had actually happened.
I was even further horrified when I saw who my "Nurse" was. It was the Organist from the Nimeta Baar. I was frozen with fear and paralyzed by whatever I had been drinking. Why couldn't I have been stronger? Why did I relapse? Was I really this weak? Why?
She pulled my manhood out and slowly slide a catheter in and out of my urethra. Taking pleasure in penetrating and pulling out of my peehole. It was truly sadistic.
She asked if I wanted a sponge bath later with an evil snicker. As she was leaving she told me the Doctor would now be in to see me.
I felt like I had passed out not from pain but from sheer terror of my situation. My head was spinning and I was helpless with no way out. I awoke to have the Dr. checking my breathing.
He told me not to pick at my staples which were needed to close my wounds.
I had so many questions but somehow now felt at ease. It must have been from the sedative's they gave me.
He had me sit up and look in the mirror to show me the work they had done. And to my horror and at the same time my approval, I realized they had given me a sex change. I had to sit and admire my beauty for just a moment before I would ask any more questions.
I couldn't help but feel the curiosity of what it will be like to have a vagina and tits that I can soon explore. I was still very sore but just the thought of eventually being able to masterbate as a women actually made me feel wet and aroused. The thought of being with another man was still disgusting to me but being able to use a vibrator and a dildo or rub pussies together with another woman made me so optimistic of my current situation. We make the best of the situations we are in.
I was told to change into my new uniform, a straight jacket. It was for my own protection. Maybe the Dr. knew I would poke around before I was fully healed.
I was then led to my new home away from home. It was cozy. It was a bit drab. But it was home.
I had a small window with a view. The future was Grey.
It was at this moment that I woke up from another freaky vivid dream. Turns out when I have these kinds of dreams I have to really piss. The benefits of having an enlarged prostate. I hope you enjoyed reliving my dream/nightmare with me.
I summarily pissed into my empty gatorade bottle and fell right back into deep R.E.M sleep. The dreams I had after this will have to be shared in another post. Apparently my "Force" aka Resource Credits are quite low and I need to recharge for a bit.
Who needs Netflix when you dream like me?
