Alt Shift: Bonbon Diary

 

 

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Day 23: I just tried some cream cake while listening to classical music (I’ve never been a big fan of modern bubble pop). In my previous body, I didn’t like sweets. In this case, however, even a single bite gives me a truly organic pleasure. According to Bombon herself—who is now in the body of my pimp, Anton Harding—she used to like sweets, but not to the point where they gave her that much pleasure. The same goes for sexual intercourse. Though I also have this strange feeling as if my new mouth wants something phallic when I eat or drink something, and thoughts of it make me tingle and increase saliva production in my salivary glands. When I asked Bonbon—or rather, Anton now—about it, he blushed and refused to answer. Apparently, the new sensations in my body are stimulating my pleasure center more intensely. Similarly, I’m slowly starting to feel an attraction to weed, especially since the sex I had with Bonbon in her new male body as part of an experiment (she herself found herself in the body of her own pimp who liked to have sexual intercourse with her) was also addictively pleasurable. For now, however, I’m sticking to my theory that the body doesn’t affect identity. It doesn’t help that the government recently passed a law declaring “Alt Shift” to be mass hypnosis, which limits my ability to publish this journal in the future and restricts the scope of my research.

Day 365: Party Rock Anthem song is playing in the background (I’ll admit that I’m starting to like modern music more and more), and the unofficial “Alt Shift” anniversary organized by Bonbon—or rather Anton Harding now. I was surprised at how well my research is going; I’ve written as many as three journals in a year, and there will likely be even more. Unfortunately, for now, I can’t publish them due to government actions. I’ll have to wait until the regulations ease up. But that doesn’t seem likely anytime soon. This new body of mine is a real treasure trove of knowledge. It’s addicted to both sex and weed, and alcohol itself really turns me on. Anton even said I’m more promiscuous than he’s ever been. After all, I’ve slept with 248 people over the past year, and I’m practically addicted to sex. 
“Relax, like, seriously? Just totally chill out, okay? Like, stop stressing! We have to, keep up appearances for the government, you know?" I answer to old Bonbon/new Anton. And Anton also added that she would never wear such a revealing dress to a party like this.
Well, no wonder she wouldn’t; after all, I was the one who bought it. I hope the government won’t cause any trouble over this.


Day 2000:  That's how many days have gone by, gag me with a spoon. So this is, like, totally my last entry. Five books should be, like, enough, fer sure. Especially since the evil government still won't, like, let them get published. So sadly they'll have to, like, stay in the attic, for some time being. 

My conclusions are, like, this: a new body doesn't change the mind, but the stuff it's hooked on definitely does. The government, like, totally messed up the research when it ordered me to use them to fit in. Even though Anton's like said that I smoke as much in a week as he used to in a month. And I've, like, lost count of how many times I've done the sex. All these addictions have, like, messed with me so much that my brain's a total disaster, and when I tried to read the first journal, Anton had to, like, explain some of the words to me. Just writing the fifth journal took, like, a little over three years, no joke. I'm still, like, super smart, but I just don't feel like thinking—empty bliss is, like, way more chill. Aqua's "Barbie Girl" is, like, playing in the background right now; I don't know why I wasn't into this bubble gum songs before—maybe it's simple, but it's, like, so catchy. And I'm about to, like, go on a date with Anton. 
So if I don't, like, manage to get this published while I'm still alive, Caitlin "Bonbon" Sharp sends her love. And if I do, like, manage to publish it, I'll delete this part, so still, love. XOXO.