My heart is racing like a drum. I don't know how to act like a teenager, let alone a teenage boy. But I had a teenage son, so I should try to act like how he would act. As they say, ' fake it until you make.'
'Grant what's up?' a teenage boy my age ran up to me
'Nothing.' I replied
'Ready for the dance on friday.'
'Yes.'
'You and jamie are going to have a great time.'
After that, he walked away. This dream is very realistic. Its almost too realistic. I couldnt figure out how to open his locker, but luckily a copy of his schedule and all his books are in his backpack. I looked at his schedule and walked to his first class which is chemistry.
Three classes went by and they had been uneventful. I was sitting in history class when I felt a weird feeling towards my legs. I had to go to the bathroom. I asked the teacher to be dismissed and ran to the mens bathroom.
I ran to a stall and looked down in my pants. And then I realized something horrible. This is not a dream. This is real. I really am a teenage boy.
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The New Me
General FictionJenny is an woman who lost her son and her husband within a month. She is depressed and wishes she could just start all over again. One day, she wakes up in a different bedroom and a different body. She becomes Grant, a 17 year old teenage boy. F...
