Daniel for a Day

“Ow!” My back and legs hurt all over. Is this joint pain or a last minute growth spurt? “AHHHHH!” Why are my legs as hairy as big foot? Why does my voice sound like I gotta clear my throat? Wait... HOLY. Do I have a an Adam’s Apple?!? I DO?!? I jump from my bed. I look in the bathroom mirror and holy smokes I have the same face yet I look like a boy. Ok, nothing too new except I really look like a boy. Sprinting around my room, I frantically pace with every ounce of muscle in my feet, exhausted I slump onto my desk chair. Let me get this straight, yesterday I was Danielle today I’m Daniel? I must be hallucinating, how else do you explain this? My parents aren’t going to be happy. Slowly, I tell myself, “Hi, my name is Daniel.” Taken aback my hand covers my mouth in horror. Jeez, my voice really dropped a few octaves. Man, if I were still Danielle, I’d be in tears by now, good thing I’m Daniel. I gotta find myself an outfit, a grey oversized t-shirt and flannel pyjama pants won’t do. Ok, car keys, screw it, I’m going to the local Walmart for clothes. I hop into my car and back out the driveway. “Buy what a boy would wear and get out as fast as I can.” I hope this isn’t a disaster. You know what? I’m gonna enjoy this. Led Zeppelin it is. I plug in my phone and type Led Zeppelin’s, “Immigrant Song”. “This song is gold!” I nod my head back and forth to the beat of the song. It doesn’t take long to reach the local Walmart. As I walk up to the front, I strut in an upbeat, smooth criminal walk. Whistling as people walk by. “Do I want a cart or should I not?” I decide not to get a cart and walk towards the mens clothing aisle. Grab a couple items here and there, a shirt, pants, socks, sunglasses. I decide after careful debate to go to self-checkout. By the time I’m out of Walmart it’s noon. I go straight to my house. “What was I thinking?” I mean this was only temporary, or not, today was one big mistake. I pull up to the driveway and walk morbidly inside. I slump once again onto my desk chair.“What a day, this was fun.” I plan on going back to bed and forgetting, what is wrong with me?