Some Dumbass With Electric Powers
Darkness faded. Weak sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting stripes across the ceiling. Morning. Another day.
I woke up tired as usual, it seemed that yesterdays events had taken a bigger tole than I had realised.
This was the kind of exhaustion that sat behind my eyes and made my thoughts feel slightly delayed, like my brain was loading the wrong save file.
“Ugh,” I groaned, rolling onto my side. “Five more minutes…”
'Huh.'
My voice came out wrong. Who knew that such a lack of sleep would cause my voice to raise a couple of octaves.
'Damn, I've got to start fixing my sleeping habits.'
To be fair my voice wasn't alarmingly wrong. Just… slightly off.
Lighter and softer, like I had woken up with a sore throat and my vocal cords had decided to betray me.
I cleared my throat.
“Five more minutes,” I muttered again.
Still wrong.
I opened one eye, everything looked normal and was in the correct place, which meant that I hadn't been randomly isekaied into another world.
Which meant I was probably overthinking things.
I stretched, arms reaching overhead and froze.
My hands touched my face too soon. Way, way too soon.
The distance between shoulders and fingertips had shrunk drastically overnight, like someone had compressed my entire skeletal structure.
My shoulders didn't roll the way they usually did, the movement was smoother, lighter and narrower.
Completely wrong.
“That’s… new,” I muttered.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. The bedsheet slid down with the movement, and a strange sensation followed.
I couldn't quite call it painful more discomforting.
Something was on my chest, a small subtle weight that had not been there before.
Naturally, feeling something was wrong with my body I looked down to see two twin mounts, that most definitely were not there yesterday.
My brain ground to a complete halt.
'Bruh, I might be going crazy. My dreams are getting way to realistic lately.'
I stared at my chest area, then blinked twice and looked back again. The mounds did not disappear.
“…No,” I said calmly. Rationally. “Nope. Absolutely not.”
I yanked the sheet back up to my chest like it was a legal defence.
This was fine, sleep hallucinations were a thing you know phantom sensations.
My brain was still half offline, that was why I was seeing things.
Yes I had been too stressed lately, way to stressed and now it was starting to affect my brain and mind.
"Maybe if I try to stand up and move around, I will awake from this nightmare."
I swung my legs off the bed to stand—
—and nearly fell flat on my face.
“Whoa—!”
The lack of balance caused me to windmill my arms like a cartoon character fighting gravity, as I headed straight to the floor.
Luckily, the lampost of the bed was close allowing me to grab it with both hands, meaning my face didn't have to introduce itself intimately to the hardwood floor.
“…Why am I shorter,” I whispered.
That one came out very wrong.
I stood there, breathing slowly, staring at the floor like it had personally wronged me.
Okay. New plan.
Bathroom -> Mirror -> Confirmation. -> Panic after confirmation.
'Yes, I must remain rational afterall.'
With my new gained vigour, I shuffled toward the bathroom, movements stiff and cautious, as if reality might snap back into place if I didn’t move too quickly.
My balance was off. My hips moved differently. I clipped my elbow on the doorframe and hissed.
“Since when is that there?”
I stopped in front of the door
“This is going to be stupid,” I told myself. “I’m going to open this door, look in the mirror, and everything will be normal.”
I opened the door.
"NONONONONONONONOOOOOOO!"
The girl in the mirror screamed back.
She had blue hair.
Not dyed blue.
Not vaguely blue under bad lighting.
Actually blue hair, the type you would only see in fantasy movies and anime.
The colour was vivid and unnaturally natural, catching the bathroom light in soft, azure strands that framed a very unfamiliar yet captivating face.
Golden eyes, wide and panicked, stared back at me like they were just as confused about the situation.
She was wearing my shirt, which was now far too big.
I clapped a hand over my mouth and she did the same.
I lowered my hand slowly.
She followed.
“…No,” I whispered.
She whispered it too.
“This can't be happening” I said, stepping closer to the mirror.
She stepped closer.
“This is a dream,” I declared.
“I went to sleep angry, cursed the world, and now my brain is punishing me.”
Just to confirm this wasn't a dream for the 1000th time ,I pinched my arm - hard.
“Ow.”
She winced, face scrunching up.
Cold glass met my fingertip as I poked the mirror.
It was very much solid and real.
“…My manhood,” I croaked.
My gaze dropped.
Then snapped back up.
“MY MANHOOD, NOOOOOOOO!”
Lightning exploded through the bathroom.
Yellow sparks burst from my body, snapping across tiles and walls like a miniature storm.
Electricity raced along the sink, leapt to the metal faucet, and cracked the mirror with a sharp zap.
I shrieked and stumbled backward, slamming into the doorframe as another arc scorched the wall beside my head.
“WHAT—NO—STOP—!”
The lightning vanished as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving behind the sharp smell of a zapped bathroom that was now in far much more of a state than before.
"Damn, I just got this mirror."
I stood there, heart trying to escape my ribcage, staring at my reflection again now in a half broken mirror.
She stared back.
Blue hair. Golden eyes. Slightly frazzled expression. Same panic.
Same me.
“…Okay,” I said faintly. “Okay. Let’s… let’s assess.”
I raised a hand and she followed.
A faint spark danced between my fingers.
I froze.
“…I have powers.”
The spark fizzled out.
I looked at myself again.
“…I’m a girl.”
Both thoughts landed at once.
I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the bathroom floor, arms wrapped around my knees, staring straight ahead.
“I literally said,” I muttered.
“I literally said I wouldn’t care, but I wasn't being serious dude cmon. Hello world, you think you are funny don't you. HAHAHAHAHA. Couldn't you have given me the powers without the transformation, like seriously man.”
Another tiny spark popped near my shoulder.
I laughed.
It came out higher, breathless, a little hysterical.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said. “I complain once. One time. And this is the result?”
I looked back at the mirror.
Lightning blue hair and a new body. I finally managed to awaken, but at what cost.












