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Thursday, April 30, 2009
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Superstición (Guión-Cortometraje)
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Carpe Diem (Guión-Cortometraje)
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"Gregor/ia" (A short story in the style of Kafka's Metamorphosis)
Gregor/ia
On the morning of April 14th Gregor woke up and went to the bathroom. He got out of bed with his typical barely-alive-zombie-like movements. He passed the mirror without looking into it and headed straight for the toilet. He stood in front of it, lowered his boxer shorts, and let loose. He felt the usual relief, yet something was wrong. No sound of water hitting water, more like water hitting a hard surface. Now that he thought of it, he actually felt something warm splashing his feet. He rubbed his eyes and looked down. Something blocked his view, his chest had grown larger. Had he gotten fatter over night? Somehow this didn’t seem right, he pushed his chest in and stuck out his neck, looking down. The revelation came. He pulled up his boxers and ran to the mirror.
When Gregor looked in the mirror he realized he had turned into a woman. He had the whole package: full lips, a set of long flowing hair, big eyelashes, a thin waist, boobs and of course, instead of his boring old penis was the part he most enjoyed of a woman.
As he stared at his new figure he asked himself how this had happened and how long it would last, if it even went away at all. But these questions and so many others went away as soon as he actually considered the thought that he was a woman. All those nights he had spent at strip clubs, paying for women (or sometimes not at all) were no longer necessary. Gregor had been spending most of his dead beat salary on female entertainment and now realized he could provide it himself. He was incredibly happy. Gregor was a big believer in karma and thought that since he had treated women badly all his life, God would somehow punish him for it, but apparently God was a perverted as he was because he had instead chosen to give him the gift of a man’s consciousness in a woman’s body.
Gregor decided to have fun, so as he contemplated his image on the mirror he lightly stroked himself in places which he found most satisfactory. He lightly moaned and found he had a very sexy voice. This pleased him. After a while of exploring the new Gregor, the thought occurred to him that this could go away any second. So he thought to himself. I’ve got the power to make a woman do anything I want, no restrictions whatsoever. Hmm…What should I do?
Gregor went to his closet and took out a video camera he had. And for the next couple hours he had fun in a way that only he could understand. Gregor did unspeakable things in front of that camera, things he thought to keep for when he turned back into his old self and enjoy over and over again.
The rest of the day went back pretty quickly as Gregor decided not to go to work. He hung around the house, walking around and enjoying the view whenever he passed a mirror.
As night fell, a brilliant idea came to his mind. His friend Stephanie, the only woman he had ever befriended, was in town that night. She didn’t mind the way Gregor was with most women, as he was not this way with her. The reason being that she was a lesbian. Gregor had always had feelings of lust for her but knew there wasn’t a chance of ever being with her. Or was there? he now thought. He grabbed the phone and dialed her number. After a couple rings a sweet voice answered.
-Hello?
-Steph?
-Yes, who is this?
-It’s Gregor, how you doing babe?
-Gregor? What’s wrong with your voice?
-Oh…umm..that—right…well—umm I’m kind of sick you know, hon?
-Oh ok, well feel better then. What’s up?
-I was just calling to see if you wanted to hang out tonight
And on went the conversation until they decided to meet at The G Spot. A place they both loved full of strippers and nudity. However it was not Gregor who would show up, but the beautiful, sexy and very lesbian Gregoria. He, or she actually, would seduce the stood-up Stephanie and lure her to bed.
It was 10:22 pm. when Gregoria reached The G Spot. And as she went in, she sat at Gregor’s usual table. Her figure turned more than a couple heads and some of the men began talking to each other and making obscene gestures while discretely looking at her. This made Gregor sick, however it was to be expected, and soon enough it would all be forgotten when Stephanie arrived.
Twenty minutes went by, then thirty, then forty. An hour. No sign of Stephanie. Gregoria was about to leave when a big, round man stood up from a couple tables over. He had a tight shirt on, a dirty beard and a drunk look in his eye. He headed to Gregoria’s table. She realized this and quickly stood up and left the table. She headed towards the exit, turned around and sure enough, the fat man followed. Gregoria felt fear, and for the first time in ages, Gregor wasn’t the one being feared. She passed the exit and quickly headed to her car. The alley by the strip club was really dark at this time and Gregoria could only see a few feet in front of her. She hurried as fast as she could, even though she no longer had a view of the fat man, she felt his presence. She stopped and listened. Nothing but her own breathing. Maybe she was getting paranoid over nothing, the night was not going as expected.
Just as she was relaxing a scruffy voice broke the silence.
-Hey baby, where ya goin’?
And at that second Gregoria felt two huge arms wrap themselves around her and squeeze her like she was a toy. The hands pressed her against a huge sweaty belly. Gregoria screamed, but there was no one around.
Maybe this was God’s punishment, apparently he did work in mysterious ways. Very mysterious indeed because just as the assailant was having the most fun, Gregoria turned back into Gregor.
On the morning of April 14th Gregor woke up and went to the bathroom. He got out of bed with his typical barely-alive-zombie-like movements. He passed the mirror without looking into it and headed straight for the toilet. He stood in front of it, lowered his boxer shorts, and let loose. He felt the usual relief, yet something was wrong. No sound of water hitting water, more like water hitting a hard surface. Now that he thought of it, he actually felt something warm splashing his feet. He rubbed his eyes and looked down. Something blocked his view, his chest had grown larger. Had he gotten fatter over night? Somehow this didn’t seem right, he pushed his chest in and stuck out his neck, looking down. The revelation came. He pulled up his boxers and ran to the mirror.
When Gregor looked in the mirror he realized he had turned into a woman. He had the whole package: full lips, a set of long flowing hair, big eyelashes, a thin waist, boobs and of course, instead of his boring old penis was the part he most enjoyed of a woman.
As he stared at his new figure he asked himself how this had happened and how long it would last, if it even went away at all. But these questions and so many others went away as soon as he actually considered the thought that he was a woman. All those nights he had spent at strip clubs, paying for women (or sometimes not at all) were no longer necessary. Gregor had been spending most of his dead beat salary on female entertainment and now realized he could provide it himself. He was incredibly happy. Gregor was a big believer in karma and thought that since he had treated women badly all his life, God would somehow punish him for it, but apparently God was a perverted as he was because he had instead chosen to give him the gift of a man’s consciousness in a woman’s body.
Gregor decided to have fun, so as he contemplated his image on the mirror he lightly stroked himself in places which he found most satisfactory. He lightly moaned and found he had a very sexy voice. This pleased him. After a while of exploring the new Gregor, the thought occurred to him that this could go away any second. So he thought to himself. I’ve got the power to make a woman do anything I want, no restrictions whatsoever. Hmm…What should I do?
Gregor went to his closet and took out a video camera he had. And for the next couple hours he had fun in a way that only he could understand. Gregor did unspeakable things in front of that camera, things he thought to keep for when he turned back into his old self and enjoy over and over again.
The rest of the day went back pretty quickly as Gregor decided not to go to work. He hung around the house, walking around and enjoying the view whenever he passed a mirror.
As night fell, a brilliant idea came to his mind. His friend Stephanie, the only woman he had ever befriended, was in town that night. She didn’t mind the way Gregor was with most women, as he was not this way with her. The reason being that she was a lesbian. Gregor had always had feelings of lust for her but knew there wasn’t a chance of ever being with her. Or was there? he now thought. He grabbed the phone and dialed her number. After a couple rings a sweet voice answered.
-Hello?
-Steph?
-Yes, who is this?
-It’s Gregor, how you doing babe?
-Gregor? What’s wrong with your voice?
-Oh…umm..that—right…well—umm I’m kind of sick you know, hon?
-Oh ok, well feel better then. What’s up?
-I was just calling to see if you wanted to hang out tonight
And on went the conversation until they decided to meet at The G Spot. A place they both loved full of strippers and nudity. However it was not Gregor who would show up, but the beautiful, sexy and very lesbian Gregoria. He, or she actually, would seduce the stood-up Stephanie and lure her to bed.
It was 10:22 pm. when Gregoria reached The G Spot. And as she went in, she sat at Gregor’s usual table. Her figure turned more than a couple heads and some of the men began talking to each other and making obscene gestures while discretely looking at her. This made Gregor sick, however it was to be expected, and soon enough it would all be forgotten when Stephanie arrived.
Twenty minutes went by, then thirty, then forty. An hour. No sign of Stephanie. Gregoria was about to leave when a big, round man stood up from a couple tables over. He had a tight shirt on, a dirty beard and a drunk look in his eye. He headed to Gregoria’s table. She realized this and quickly stood up and left the table. She headed towards the exit, turned around and sure enough, the fat man followed. Gregoria felt fear, and for the first time in ages, Gregor wasn’t the one being feared. She passed the exit and quickly headed to her car. The alley by the strip club was really dark at this time and Gregoria could only see a few feet in front of her. She hurried as fast as she could, even though she no longer had a view of the fat man, she felt his presence. She stopped and listened. Nothing but her own breathing. Maybe she was getting paranoid over nothing, the night was not going as expected.
Just as she was relaxing a scruffy voice broke the silence.
-Hey baby, where ya goin’?
And at that second Gregoria felt two huge arms wrap themselves around her and squeeze her like she was a toy. The hands pressed her against a huge sweaty belly. Gregoria screamed, but there was no one around.
Maybe this was God’s punishment, apparently he did work in mysterious ways. Very mysterious indeed because just as the assailant was having the most fun, Gregoria turned back into Gregor.
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