This is a fictional story which involves body transformations
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“I think that now that they've started exploring each other’s mind they’ll just go deeper... so focusing on how the opposite sex deals with the realization of having feelings and how they deal with it or react and why they behave in a certain way”
“Could also be about how they deal with emotions, Adam being finally allowed to cry and show emotions- Sarah feeling extremely restrained, etc.”
They yet again looked into the dome. “you have been through changes that have caused quite a commotion, but you have yet to experience deeper emotion”
Adam: My panties changed to plain white and my bra came off but was quickly covered by nightshirt. My hair became unorganized and whatever make up was on face had now washed off. I wondered why I was in this outfit and then a surge of emotional pain hit me. It buckled me and forced me to my knees. I had a lot of hurt and pain which seemed to come from a breakup and the funny thing was it could have been from a close girlfriend, a family member or a boyfriend, the pain almost felt the same. Someone left me… they left me… my eyes started to tear up and water fell from them uncontrollably. My nose started to run and I looked everywhere for a box of Kleenex. The I cried I felt, kind of stupid and I tried to control myself from crying so much but whenever I tried to control it, my muscles would not let me, they were forced into this cry and it was a weak effort at best to stop. My whole body was in this emotion. My legs were tucked, my hands were frequently wiping tears from my face, my breathing was labored and took a toll on my strength, my face was just a mess and my mind was just trapped and overwhelmed by all this emotion.
After a while my emotions calmed down quite a bit. But then something happened, something felt wet in my private area and put my fingers down to check which pulled up blood. Why was I bleeding?
Then my mood quickly changed to being irritable. My senses were heighted, I was uncomfortable and unhappy to be where I was, whoever I was with, it was their fault, I did not need a reason, I just needed a target. Then I all of sudden I was struck with panic and worry. Where was I, why was this happening, what was I supposed to be doing right now, where was my purse, my keys,…. Then I just broke down and started crying again. Why was this happening to me? What did I do? Was this something I brought on myself? Sobbing happened for a couple more minutes then it stopped.
My emotions were now focused. They were deep and strong. Relationships were powerful and they were important to me. They were meaningful and life impacting. Everything else paled in existence. Deep down, relationships were most important thing to me. The source of my emotion was linked to them. My emotions were also linked to who I was as a person, my insecurities, my outlook on who I was and what I looked like. My confidence was based on my appearance and my appearance had an impact on those that talked to me. It was all connected. I just wanted to be accepted for who I was, to be meaningful, to be needed, and to be loved. I felt a new-found warmth go through my body. The crying had released a lot of held up emotions and now I felt a peaceful relaxing calm come over me. I cuddled up and took a nap.
Sarah: My boxers stayed on but I gained a pair of rugged blue jeans and a loose yet tight flannel shirt with some buttons that stayed unbuttoned. Strong steel toed shoes came onto my feet. I sat back strongly against the wall. I thought about my cars. I had one that I was working on and the other car which was a worn-down truck, I took to work. I loved working on that car and I loved helping others fix their cars. Work was hard for me and exhausting but going back to work on those cars made all the difference to me. I also enjoyed playing on my Xbox One, with all the football games, halo and call of duty. When I was tired, I was always never tired enough to do that. I thought back to my girlfriend. She was always harping on me. Telling me it was our three-year anniversary since we met. I was thinking what is the big deal, we are together now, what is so important about one day? I never told her that, I always said, yes sweetheart, I am sorry sweetheart. She could be so emotional sometimes that I could not focus on anything that I liked to do. She complained that we did not hold hands enough or spend enough time together. I saw things for the overall good of our relationship, she looked at all the little things that made it up as a whole and it drove me crazy. I also had other girlfriends in the past and they broke up with me once or twice and I broke up with them. It hurt a little but I just got over it and moved on to the next one. I did not want to stay focused on a girl that did not want me for too long when there were other girls that were just waiting for me.
Then I thought back to the words of my father, “You have to learn to be a man and grown and start acting like one.” I have been working towards that goal ever since he spoke it over me. My mother always tried to have him take it easy on me with her sad piercing eyes looking at my dad. But I really took his words to heart. Recently though, they have had a lot more weight to them. I look at everyone doing fun and relaxing things but that was not supposed to be for me. I was supposed to be the one that allowed young kids to do that and women, men were supposed to take care of them. My little sister and my girlfriend could go to the movies, while I stayed back and made sure the family car was fixed because that was the grown-up man’s job to do. I felt myself push back against those words sometimes. He had always wanted me to be in sports too like he did, to be the football champ and carry on the family name along the trophies in the school. He put weight on me to do that too. I had all this struggle inside of me, I felt like it needed to get out but there was no way that I felt comfortable to do it. My emotions weighed heavy inside me and followed me where ever I went. They made me slightly emotionally callus. If I could not get them out, I just had to shut them off. But I knew that if the moment came, the right moment, I would probably ball my eyes out. For now, I held in them in and avoided them the best I could.
Adam: When I woke up from my nap, I was surprised at how many emotions I experienced all at once and the fact that I had such a difficult time controlling them. It was so frustrating. It was great to let all the emotions out but to not know when or where they were going to strike was just irritating. I felt like there was a minor form of control for some of the emotions, like being irritable and anxious. I could just hold a basic emotionless stance and bite my lip so to say. But they were not fun. However, crying at movies felt great and so did the release. The release of emotions was one of the greatest feelings I ever felt.
Sarah: I came of out that train of thought and was terrified. I was terrified to be holding on to emotions like that so strongly with no way of release. I could never do that to myself. The way I felt about relationships was relaxed and humorous but it was partly explained by not being allowed to experience as much emotion about things. However, there was an also a focus and a drive that surpassed emotions a little bit. It kind of blinded me from being able to receive or feel them because my brain was busy doing something else.
We both looked at each other in greater respect and understanding. The pieces moved again.
What happens now? What happens next?