I woke up the next morning and yawned as the Sun poured into my room. I just wanted to lay here. This bed felt so good. And something else felt good too, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Then I sat up and felt something stiff under the covers. I screamed and ripped them off, expecting to see a squirrel or something, but there was nothing. Well, actually there was something. A really big something. Sticking up like a flagpole under my pajama pants. What was that?
And then it hit me.
“Oh my gosh…”
Why was it doing that? What had happened last night? Did it always do this?
I looked around the room to make sure no one was looking then tapped it. It wagged back and forth then swung back in place. I giggled. It was like one of those dolls with weights at the bottom that don’t fall over. I kept tapping it and laughing. It tickled. And the more I did it, the better it felt. It felt really good. Like tickling-that-I-don’t-want-to-stop good. How would it feel if I grabbed it? Or what if I stuck it in something?
“Jina, the bus is coming!”
I snapped out of my fantasy and jumped out of bed. School. I had to get ready for school. I ran to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t too disappointed by what I saw. I was the same height. And generally the same size so my clothes still fit. That wasn’t too bad, I guess. But my hair…
I touched my head and at first I wanted to scream. It was gone. All of my hair was gone! But then it hit me. I didn’t have to do anything. No washing. No blow drying. No curling. No brushing. No combing. Nothing! It was already done!
I took a shower in five minutes. Five minutes! That had never happened in my life. And when I was done, I opened Jamar’s closet for clothes and discovered I had very few options. There were just pants. Jeans and slacks. Just pants. No dresses. No skirts. No capris. Just pants. That was disappointing. But then again, that meant I didn’t have to worry about what to pick. There was just one option. Pants.
So I grabbed a pair of black pants and a graphic tee, pulled on some sneakers, then grabbed Jamar’s backpack. I was about to go out the door, but then walked back to the mirror and looked at my hair. Maybe a little brushing would help. So I brushed a few strokes to clean myself up. It wasn’t even that nappy. Were those waves I saw?
Then I remembered how badly guys usually smelled at school and I found Jamar’s Old Spice and rolled it on. Now I was ready.
And just like that, I was out the door. Ready to go to in ten minutes flat. Today was gonna be a good day.