evelyn enters ansel's alternate reality 

evelyn enters ansel's alternate reality

(just try to keep up, will ya?)


Ansel felt a strange yet sickly familiar suffocating feeling. Burgandy fabric engulfed him like the mouth of a giant, tongue squeezing his body until it ached. Ansel relaxed. Another transition..."I'm getting used to this," he thought. He was spat out back onto the beach. The tux was replaced by shorts and an apron. An overweight man will loose jowls and a baseball cap that said "Ford Faith" was staring at Ansel impatiently. It was clear to Ansel that something was expected of him. "Uh...you want anything? "Ford Faith's face was screwed with annoyance. "Extra long with an onion bun." Ansel looked down. Bags of hot dog buns were strewn across a white vendor cart. He opened a door and was assailed by steam and the stench of hotdogs. He chose a long one, popped it into an onion bun and handed it over to the man. "Keep the change," Ford Faith said, as he handed Ansel a dollar.The next customer was a woman with two teenaged daughters. She looked tired and the teenagers were bickering. "Why can't I borrow the coral cashmere? Every time I ask you, you say 'no' but then you don't even bother asking me. You just take what you want. Remember the prom and those lacy seamless stockings? What about that time you loaned my favorite shorts to Marlene? She ruined them. You are so mean and I know people don't think you're very smart! "Ansel looked into the mother's eyes. Her sad and tired beauty pierced him. There was something important about her. "Aren't you the nice boy from the hospital?" she asked. Of course! This was the woman who came to wash the floor now and then. "Don't you look handsome in your shorts and flipflops. And look, you hair has grown out so nicely." The teens stopped their squabbling and studied Ansel. He felt his face flush as the girls gave him the once-over. He watched them both grow embarrassed. Embarrassed? Huh? Why suddenly are they acting so strangely? Then it dawned on him. It's me! They think I'm a teen-aged boy. Wait, I am a teenaged boy. He noticed a change in how one of the girls was standing. Her weight was all on one hip, her chest stuck out. The lower part of her back made a beautiful arch. He became lost in the examination of this pretty girl's shape. It took a second to realize that someone was talking to him...