Shocking huh?

  No, you're right, it's not particularly surprising, but, just enough for you to unknowingly open your eyes a little wider than usual.

  You might want to pick up that falling jaw too, before it gets intimate with the floor.

  Don't worry. I... er... she, or to be more specific, the persona I have taken on for this evening, usually gets that reaction.

  I know you're wondering how this meek thing whispering a narrative to you has anything to do with the vibrant beauty over there.

  Well, you see, it never used to be this way. I never used to make snarky comments at what I have become.

   I used to relish in the fact that once done my mission, I could return to the slums of my apartment and dress however I wished, not worry about applying make-up, gaining weight (for a few days at least), or whether my shoes complemented my outfit.

   Those were the days.

  But now, after succumbing to the constant badgering of Frank, the "Coordinator", I spend twenty four hours a day, seven days a week acting, dressing, and speaking like any number of the personas I have acquired over the years.

  Not a surprise really. I've always been weak when faced with constant ridicule.

  But the fact of the matter now is, I'm not me. Not anymore. And I've taken to ridiculing my new self because Frank won't let me return to who I once was.

  And this makes me sad because now,

  I'm stuck.

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