So real
“She looks so real” were my last words as a man. The sculpture of one of my favorite characters caught my eye. I had to take a closer look at it. I don’t know why, but I felt the need to touch her. As soon as I did, everything changed. I was looking at what appeared to be myself. “What just happened?” I asked with a girl’s voice. I grabbed my throath. “I sound like a girl” I said. The former me looked paralized, like if he was some kind of mannequin.