Dear diary (Anothony's Story. Top Tier Reward

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Dear Diary

3rd May

Dear Diary, I know you aren’t mine, but I feel like I need to write something down. I know I’m not Alyssa, but somehow, I am her! It’s all very confusing! Guess it makes sense for me to document how I got here. This morning, my name was Frank. I’d lead a pretty normal life up until this point, but now it’s all got rather complicated! I’ve gone from, frankly, a dorky boy that no one really liked, to the most popular and attractive girl at school. That’s right, I’ve body switched with Alyssa! I look like her, sound like her and feel like her! It’s totally insane to think this female body isn't the one I was born with! Not to be crude or anything, but I’ve got boobs hanging from my chest and nothing hanging between my legs! I can’t begin to describe how different things are. Even using the toilet is in this body is an experience of in it’self! So I don’t go crazy, here’s how this happened.

This morning, on the way to school, I walked my usual route. I’d stopped off at the small shop on the corner to get a soda, like I always do. On this morning, however, an old homeless man was begging outside. Having been bullied for most of my life, I know how it feels to be down and out. So out of the kindness of my heart, I gave the soda to him. The old guy was so thankful he wouldn’t let me leave until he’d given me something in return. That something was a coin he claimed would make any wish come true. Not wanting to be rude, I took the coin and headed off to school. I mean, who believes in wishes and magic like that?

For the rest of that day, things were normal and I didn’t think any of it. That soon changed after I had a run-in with Zack and his gang after school. These guys have been harassing me for ages. I’ve tried everything to get them to stop. Fighting back, telling the teacher, and even pleading with them to leave me alone. Nothing was working, so today I tried running as fast and as far as I could. I’m going to spare you the details here because it’s still painfully fresh in my mind, but essentially they found me and kicked me in. Alyssa, if this is a body swap and we somehow go back to normal, I’m sorry that you inherited my beaten body. It wasn’t what I wanted to wished for! I guess that leads me to the wish I made.

After Zack and his followers left me beaten and bloody, I remembered what the old man had said. I think it must have been out of desperation for the bullying to stop, but I clutched that coin hard and wished to be popular. Not in my wildest dreams did I think anything was going to actually happen! If I knew the coin was actually going to grant my wish, I would have given it more thought! I knew what I meant when I made my wish. I envisioned being big and strong, confident, and maybe the captain of a sports team! Writing with these small feminine hand reminds me of that saying. Be careful what you wish for! I suppose I did get exactly what I asked for. Alyssa is indeed confident, strong, popular, and head cheerleader. I haven’t made up my mind if that’s enough of a reason to give up my manhood!

Let me tell you about the body switch. It was the most bizarre sensation I’ve experienced. It kinda felt like I was dreaming and drunk at the same time. Just after I made my wish, I felt my entire life force being sucked from my body. I swear I watched my body fall to the ground as I floated up in the air. I really don’t remember much after that, I just know the next thing I remember was waking up in a changing room, alone and almost naked. Being in a place you don’t remember going to was bad enough, but to wake up in someone else’s body and gender, now that’s another level of insanity.

Alyssa, again, I’m sorry! If we ever swap back and you end up reading this, please understand that I didn’t know that would happen. There was no way to know that the switch would even work or that you’d be halfway through trying on dresses! Please believe me when I say that I covered up your body as soon as I worked out how to put your finickity clothes back on. As much as you may think I was excited to wake up with these things hanging from my chest, you’d be wrong. It was freighting for sure! Also, I would have come and found you straight away, once I’d got my head around what had happened to us, but your friends didn’t want me to go. They insisted I stay for coffee. If you take anything away from this, please understand my desperation for friendship. In that brief few hours, your friends showed me more companionship than I’d ever experienced in my life so far. Even though it felt alien walking around in your female body, I had to experience what it was like being popular. I hope you understand!

I have to say, I really like your house and your bedroom. You’re really lucky. It’s massive compared to mine. I haven’t spoken much to your family at this point, so I can’t really comment there, but they seem nice. Obviously, I’ve had a look around your room and at your stuff. That can’t come to much of a shock, seeing how I’m writing in your diary. Again, I did plan on contacting you as soon as I got to your home, but I’m unable to sign in on any of your devices. I guess I’m going to have to hope you’ve still got the coin and you’ve had to courage to come to school in my body. I just hope that being me isn’t going to mess too much with your mind.

I can’t imagine what you must be thinking. You’ve likely woken up in that alley, bleeding, and sore. The confusion of waking up a boy must have been bad enough. For me at least, I was the one who made the wish, and I could contemplate why it was happening. I hope you got home ok! As much as I like being popular, I’m not sure I can even handle being a girl. I found your sanitary products earlier and that made me feel a little sick. I can’t even bring myself to take down your underwear, let alone have to deal with anything like that!

I’ve been thinking a lot about tomorrow. Not only am I worried about what you are going to say and do, but I’m also super worried about being a young female. I’ve only been you for like four hours, but I can already tell the pressure you’re under. People are expecting things from you and on top of that, the expectation of always looking like a runway model, it’s exhausting! I guess maybe you might like that no one expects anything from me. My body might be like a small holiday from the pressures of being a young woman, but I hope it’s not causing you as much worry. I may ask for your mother’s advice on what to wear tomorrow. All those garments you’ve got hanging in your closet confuse me. I don’t want people to judge you tomorrow. I’d hate to be the reason that people give you grief, but please, If I dress badly, don’t be judgemental. It’s not easy going from humdrum boy to the most attractive girl in school.

I can’t believe what I’m writing. How did I end up in this mess!? I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep at all tonight. Everything about this body just feels so wrong. Just sitting here writing I can feel all the differences to my normal body. The extra padding around my tush does feels kinda nice as I sit. Not sure yet about this long, glorious hair, that I’m constantly swiping from my vision. The absolute feeling of emptiness down there, that’s making me very curious, but I must resist. I don’t mind the higher-pitched voice though. It’s wonderful to hear such a soothing voice when I speak, rather than the boring monotone voice that my body sports.

Well, I hope that all made sense. I know it sounds like the ramblings of a mad person, but that’s really what’s happened. I’m going to hide away up here tonight and hope that tomorrow works out ok. At the end of the day, at least I’m someone I know and living in the same town. I dread to think about what may have happened and who’s body I may have ended up with. I guess being female is a shock, but It could have been so much worse!