One day I woke up early in the morning and discovered I had transformed into a tall swan. As I turned my head in bed I said, “Why is it so hard to do this? What the hex going on. Tension headache…that’s all. I rose up to get aspirin from my wall unit. Looked up at the mirror. Low and behold a tall, fat belled, black beaked, white feathered swan.

Inquisitive about what was in the mirror I tried to move in front of it. “Maybe my friend is playing games with me. My boyfriend has the keys to my apartment. He probably did that to play a joke on me.” I whispered to myself. Let me move in front of it I thought. But it was impossible.

Now I was thinking someone slipped some drugs in my drink last night at the club. I tried to open the drawer under the wall unit mirror. But, wings replaced my hands. “Come on I can’t be. No, the darn devil cursed me with this unbelievable phenomenon. With my white wings I swiped my face. Yuck a big black beak replaced my nose and lips.

I began crying, “I rebuke you Satan. This nightmare will end soon trust me your toast.” I returned back to my bed and laid down. Closed my eyes and then reopened them. “Now I should be myself again.” The ceiling was the first thing I looked at. Slowly my eyes scanned the room.

Abruptly I looked at myself. “No, this is preposterous. How could I cover this up? Unfortunately, I became what most unattractive girls dream of, changing from an ugly duckling to a beautiful swan. Literally a swan is my sense of self now. It deemed to be the worst change that ever happened to me. Believe me it wasn’t pretty. Walking in the apartment I screamed and cursed the devil more. Immediately I took my wings and threw everything I could around my room almost demolishing everything.

What time is it? Midday…I cant go to work for sure. School forget it everyone will think its some practical joke. Suddenly a man yelled “Shadelle its me.” Oh no not him damn it. He can’t see me this way. I pondered to myself. “Go home I need some space. Maybe I will talk to you tomorrow.” I said to him. “What’s all that gawking. Sounds like a duck. David ran from the living room to the bed room. He grabbed the door knob forcefully and pushed.

Secluded near the corner of the window lay a large swan. The room was a utter mess. “Shadelle what’s wrong with you? Your room looks like a hurricane ran through it. Your wearing a duck costume and gawking.” He responded disgusted. “Look at me I woke up a swan. If you don’t believe it feel me.” I shot back at him. Twisting my body towards his direction. I got up and said “I love you.” I walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Shadelle your repulsive and weird. Call me when you get yourself together. Its over for now. However your operating that neck and head is crazy. Get help.” David said resisting my affections. He pushed me back to the floor. He ran out the small hall through the living room out the front door. All day and night I cried. No one not even David could help me. If he does not understand what I am saying then no one else will. What’s it worth. He doesn’t know the truth that I am indeed a swan.

Without romance or a human body its no use to live. No chance I could survive. None at all. So I walked towards the window. I banged my head and neck so hard on the bars. Until my brain splattered all over the bars and my window pane. My soul flew into the sky. My life finally expelled. No more worry of whose going to understand me. I tried to go to heaven but god rejected me. He said I was being tested on my patience. He was going to turn me back in the morning.

Since I committed suicide I belonged to the devil, Lucifer, Beelzebub all one person. In hell I cursed Lucifer all day and all night. The devil called me a fool and laughed. All I did was cry and demolish everything. Then I began telling stories and my own. The hells angels just laughed and laughed at my sad, depressing life. Eternity in ridicule and despair. Eternity of watching my death all over again.