Date: 12/2/2016
By Fitful
I was a girl living a world where magic was distrusted. At home I was met with constant belittling due to magic. Candy floated in the air, I didn't know why. I kept trying to convince a guy I was living with, one of many roommates, magic was good. Kept picking stuffed animals off my dirty floor, the fell off my bed. Finally I just gave up trying to convince him. I had two doors which led to my room, I had invited him by to try again, but instead I picked one and when he came to the other I didn't tell him anything. Someone spied me with the floating candy through a window. Time travel was happening, I was a buff guy briefly. I moved in and through time doing things. I was also persecuted for my magic. I am pretty sure I was gay, despite not acting the effeminate gay. I woke up, heard a noise and in a doorway in my house I found a future me and a past me hooked up together by IV. The had also had surgery, a transplant. Kidney. And something else. Later I learned this was from saving their life and something about others wanting their magic. Well mine. Went to the mall with a friend, she was wearing a dildo in her pants, and was frustrated that she had been talked into it, and decided to take it off. It was painful. She had worn it to please her boss but it was less a pleasure after being in for hours than a turn on it should have been. We were leaving and sat in a car in the parking lot. I heard some politics on the radio. Then the car door opened on my side and it was my friend's boss, the Queen of England. I yelled at her because of the politics I just heard, and she got insulted and called me a Slytherin, which I claimed proudly.