Sonny sniffled at the mirror. He was surprised it didn’t crack. He was breaking out from stress. His pallor brought out the dark circles under his eyes, making them look like bruises. His brown oily hair was half falling in his face and the other half stuck straight up. To tie the look off, Sonny was wearing two sweatshirts with a blanket wrapped around himself. Sonny felt his day was bad enough already. The way his hips stuck out from his pajama pants made his skin crawl and he was overall fairly dysphoric. Sonny wasn’t thin and not being thin made things harder as a trans guy. There were a lot of things he could be dysphoric about. So he didn’t need help to make his day worse-- he was miserable enough. But he lucked out. Now the curse was really starting to act like an illness.
Sonny sneezed, twice, his arm shot out to cover his face. When he looked at the mirror again he gave a pitiful moan. Sitting in his room all day sneezing and hacking wasn’t how he wanted to spend the last two days before Halloween. ‘At least,’ Sonny’s eyes roamed over to his closet of the other side of the room, ‘I already have a costume.’
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Knock On Wood (The Otherworld)
FantasyNo one knows what's happening to Sonny. Whenever one symptom goes away, another one takes its place. The doctor cant see anything wrong, but Sonny and his family arent assured. Theyre getting more anxious the longer it goes on. Only Hollis, the fami...
