[ WP ] You find out that life has a character-customization-menu , and you start to shamelessly exploit it .

It's almost funny that this started as a dream. I have gotten so used to it by now it feels like instinct. Even just saying what happened to myself I feel like I belong in an insane asylum. But, just to go over it one more time. 
 
 I actually ca n't remember when it was, summer break, or was it Christmas, I have no idea anymore, I had wandered into bed after a couple, of course by couple I mean 5, hours of playing some mmo with one or two of my friends. We all started new characters that night, in a vain attempt to actually get to the top of the pvp charts. Anyways i'm sidetracking, I think I had fallen asleep when I had this very lucid, very detailed dream. 
 
 All I could see was a character customization menu, not unlike the one in that game. There were three tabs, appearance, clothing, and personal details. The personal details tab was already open. It had very simple buttons, sex, name, even age and accent. I ignored this and went over to appearance. The customizer had a shockingly large amount of body types hairstyles, outfits, skin tone, etc. and etc. I of course, being the mature, strait, teenage male that I am, spent most of my time attempting to create the hottest female that the creator would allow me. I woke up about the time I confirmed the name ‘ Kelly ’ for the avatar. 
 
 The next morning I woke up to find a note on my head that said my parents and my brother had left to go on a trip for my brothers swim meet. I guess I kinda forgot I ’ d be home alone for a week. As I stood up I noticed the weight on my head did n't feel quite right. I thought it was just some bad head as a slowly slouch-walked my way to the bathroom to fix it. 
 
 I did n't stare into the mirror immediately. I brushed my teeth, all while looking down at my dirty sink. Once I grabbed my brush and looked at my head to see the damage, all I saw was a female. A familiar female, the exact female I had created in my dream the night before. She had long, light brown hair extending about an inch or two below her shoulders, and matching brown eyes. She had quite a slim body, and she seemed short compared to what I look like, or, what I looked like. I yelled out some curse word and ran back to my room. I opened my slightly broken closet furiously, and the only thing I could find was the dress I chose for her, me, I was still getting used to these pronouns. It was a long black dress with a pink belt-thing that was just a little too long so it dangled a little to my left side when I put it on. 
 
 After dealing with some, other, things I thought I ’ d never have to do, I ran down the stairs to check one thing. As I was lactose intolerant all the foods I could n't eat were marked with my name with an x over it, and sure enough, the pepper jack cheese listed “ Kelly ” with an x positioned slightly off center. 
 
 I was pretty lucky I did n't have any reason to leave the house that day. All I allowed myself to do was grind up my mmo character, ignoring every Skype call that came in. When I finally decided to fall asleep, I prayed that the customizer would show its face again, and I could go back to normal just in time for school in the morning. 
 
 I felt I was pretty lucky that I was able to be able to fix myself that night. I corrected my blue eyes, short, black hair, and sex. As I stared at what I was, it seemed I could make a few, improvements. I reduced my body weight by quite a considerable amount, I removed my braces and corrected my eyesight so would n't have to slap on glasses in the morning. And of course, no one seemed no notice. 
 
 The third night, as I was scrolling through some of the options, I decided on an idea. I had been 16 both of the times before, but what if I was, 23? I woke up to see an attractive, I think, 23 year old man named “ Alan ” in the mirror. 
 
 Phase two of this plan came into effect as I walked into the bar a few blocks down the street from my house. I planed to order alcohol. Not enough to get drunk, but just a taste. I grabbed the menu that was placed a few inches away from me and soon learned about how many options there were. I chose one at random and called over the waitress. A few minutes later I was taking my first sip of beer. Again, this is all blurry to me so I can ’ t remember how many I had, but I do remember getting home safely, and falling asleep once more. 
 
 The pattern continued. I tried to stay close to my original appearance, but every now and then, I would go to the bar for a drink, or change my sex and go there for a, slightly different reason. Not much has changed. 
 
 The day my family was supposed to return home, I had prepped myself with only a slight decrease in weight to impress my parents, forgetting that people treated me as if the changes where how I was normally. However, I was told the plane crashed in the Atlantic ocean. I don ’ t think I believed the news, and I don ’ t think I believe it to this day. I still have n't cried about it. It feels, awful, but I was too worried about what I am gon na do with myself. The cops showed up to my door a few times to whisk me away to an orphanage or something, but I always answered as a 40 year old balding man, so all they could do was apologize and leave. 
 
 I am pretty sure my real self has been declared dead, as that was four years ago, but I found myself not caring. It has been almost three years since I set myself to look like I did before this whole ordeal, I really don ’ t care. I ’ m sorry if you do, because this is the last thing I will ever write. 
 
 -Sincerely [ what you want call me ] 
 
 
 Thank you for reading all that, I hate all of my writing but eh. Also, this is my first post on this subreddit, so hi!
