"What the!" I exclaimed, as I found myself in a gray void. Nothing around me except this gray fog. No sounds; nothing to see; nothing to feel.
"Actually that couldn't be right." I thought to myself, because I could hear my own thoughts; but apart from that I wasn't feeling a damn thing.
I knew that I was dead. I mean that I knew that bitch, had shafted me good and proper and that I should be stone cold dead; No feelings; No thoughts; but for some unknown reason, I could still think.
"Murphy!" A voice boomed out, of the void.
I looked around, wondering where the voice was coming from. "It sure sounded like dear old mum." I thought.
"No! It's not your mother." The voice echoed back.
As the voice slowly drifted away, the fog gradually cleared to reveal a chair with some form of devil sitting on it.
"Now, don't be afraid." The voice said, in a kind of mocking laughter tone.
"Come here, so that I can see you." The devil said.
Without seeming to move, I found myself standing before the chair.
"You know who I am, don't you?" The voice asked.
"Yeah; you're the devil." I said with a smirk, "The Horned One; The Big Cheese; Satan." I continued.
"Hmmm, you could be right there." He replied.
"So, what's this all about?" I asked.
"Well, you know how bad people go to Hell for all eternity and have a good time?" He asked.
"Yeah." I nodded and seemed to laugh at the same time.
"Well, I have good and bad news for you." He said.
"The bad news is that I have the good time and the good news is that you have a bad time. He said in a funny way.
"Oh!" Was all I could reply.
"I mean it couldn't be that bad." I started to think to myself, when......
"Come here bitch." Said a voice.
"Huh." I heard myself say, as I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I spun around, as the hand pulled me back.
"Let go you prick." I said, but my voice sounded different. Almost girlish in its' tone.
"What's that?" The bloke who had hold of me said.
I said, "Let me go, you prick." Again the voice was mine, but it had a feminine quality to it.
"I thought that's what you said." He replied, as he hit me with his fist.
I fell down onto a pile of garbage. I struggled to remain calm as I gathered my wits. I looked down towards my legs and noticed that I was in a dress and high heels. I tried to take stock of the situation, but it was hard to comprehend what was happening to me. I was sure I was just talking to the devil and the next...I am in women's clothing in an alley with one, no make that two blokes, I noticed as I looked up.
Judging by the size of my cleavage I had large breasts, as well.
The guy who had hit me reached down and pulled me upright, with his hand.
"You, want anymore?" He asked in a threatening voice.
"No." I found myself replying. I knew that I wasn't any match for them, in my present state.
"That's good. You see my friend and I want to party and you are the lucky girl tonight." He sneered, as he leaned in close and kissed me on the lips.
I tried to pull away, "I'm a bloke." I thought to myself.
He pulled my head closer, as his lips mashed mine. His breathe stunk of stale alcohol and cigarettes.
"That's better." He said as he pulled back, grinning.
"Now lets' see those tits of yours." He said.
I crossed my arms across my chest, knowing that I had done the same in my former life to women I had known.
"Now, that's not nice." Smelly Breath said to me, as he reached and grabbed my arms.
"Leroy, you do the honors." He said to his mate.