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Have you ever thought about raping someone? I know I have. People say it’s sick, and I know it’s sick, but it gets worse. I want to rape her and kill her-- maybe with a broken beer bottle. I want to take her body home and cut it up into little pieces and eat her. So I did just that one day. She was squirming and screaming the whole time until I punched her in the face and told that b***h to shut up. It made it more exciting. Lucky for me, there was a beer bottle nearby. I used it to beat her unconscious before I broke it and used it to do her in.
Tossing her body in the back of my truck, I could still feel that she was warm. I stole the scent of her hair with a sniff then. When I got home, a hacksaw became my best friend. It was messy—I thought it might be, so I wore my leather apron and did it in my shed. Once she was all to pieces, I took my first bite. She was still warm and the blood ran down my throat, my chin, and my neck. God, there was so much blood. It gave me another hard-on, so I started cutting her smaller.
Three weeks later, she’s all gone. I wrapped the pieces in plastic the best I could and stuck them in the freezer to keep her fresh. She never became “just food” to me. I knew what I did. Then the changes began. My p***s began to shrink and my testicles, too. I started gaining weight around my hips, but and chest. I’m moodier now and there is nothing I can do to stop it. One morning I wake up and I’m a woman. I didn’t know what to do; I felt disgusted in my own body.
So I go back to the one place I felt right: the alleyway where I killed her. I hug myself because it’s cold. Then a man creeps out from behind a dumpster. I’m shocked—it looks like me. As he gets closer and grabs my wrists, I realize it is me. I throw myself against the wall. Oh my God, I’m raping myself! I squirm and scream, but I punch myself in the face and call myself a b***h and tell myself to shut up. I know what is coming next and I fall quiet. He reaches for an unopened beer bottle and raises it over his head. The last thought that flashes through my head is…