Chapter 2: Regrets

There are always things I've wanted to do whenever I've been stuck with two good choices. Which is to experience both of them. Unfortunately, the outcome always came out the same, unless someone told me I chose the correct choice. There was always that itch in the back in my mind that always had to know the alternate path. What would happen? What if I did that? What if instead..? So many what ifs, and my greedy mind needs to know what happens…

"EHHH!?"

My heart pounded and adrenaline rushed through my body. How is this happening? I needed to keep my cool, but it was extremely difficult if something like a sex change just suddenly happened to someone! I took my hands off my shorts, and looked around for the date. There was a calendar that hung atop the white room door, but it gave no indication of the actual date. I could only make a small guess on the actual date when it said it was October 2010. So not only have I changed physically, I even went back in time. Eight years back in time.

"What the fuck man…" I whispered to myself quietly.

Ever wanted to just go back in time and fix your past mistakes? I'm sure everyone has at least wanted to do it once. But I can't just accept that man. I feel like I just got eight years of my life taken away, as if the eight years I worked toward creating my identity just disappeared. Poof, gone, vanished. Never happened. Sure those mistakes make us feel stupid and sometimes cringeworthy, but we learn from those mistakes (hopefully) to mold ourselves into who we are.

I jumped back onto my bed face first to think of what to do now. I made a small challenge myself to think of a solution before I smother myself with the pillow. The one thing I did want to do as a kid before was just to grow up. I didn't want to be dependent with my parents anymore or hear any of their lectures, but once you reach the age of independence, you kinda wanna ungrow yourself. Responsibilities are icky and nasty. Well, I got my wish indirectly, but at the price of my manhood.

I turned around, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I don't think this situation is all too bad, nothing too major (other than my manhood) happened. This is a fantastic time change myself. As my inner monologue continued, loud stomping footsteps approached my room door.

"WAKE THE HELL UP MONICA!"

The loud, booming voice stormed into my room. What should've been my older brother that barged in, is I think my older sister. She was model tall with long legs, but she would've a lot more model-like, if she didn't look so sloppy. Her bright pink pajama shorts mismatched her highlighter green shirt. Doesn't look too graceful if you ask me. She also said my name's Monica… but my name is Mason; but she doesn't know that does she.

"What da ya want?" My own voice surprised me. My usual deep masculine tone was replaced with a high pitched squeak.

"I need you to do some chores for me. I'm going out on a date with friends and I need to be out of here before 5pm."

"What's in it for me? I'm not doing your list of chores for free."

"Twenty bucks. Take it or leave it. And if you don't do it today, mom's gonna kill me."

"Alright don't worry, I'll do it. Just write down what you need to do on a piece of paper."

My sister (I don't even know her name yet) looked at me weird, but shrugged it off. I'm assuming that this world's version of me doesn't act like that, but how am I supposed to know how "Monica" acts. I've just been dropped off here. I'll just act how I usually behave at my world.

"Alright, I'll write it down for you. Before I forget to tell you, Nick's gonna come over pretty soon so he might be able to help you with the chores."

I replied with a curt OK, and she set off. Man, it's gonna get hella awkward if I ask for her name. Good to know that Nick will come over. I'll beat his ass when he comes over. I arose from the springy bed, and put on my slippers ready to delve into this new world.