DISPATCHER: Welcome to the Emergency Services line. We're here to help. What can we do for you tonight?<br /><br />JOHN: Good evening. I'm John. I'm on Main Street right now, right in the heart of the city. There's a Pride Parade going on. It's all rainbows, glitter, music, and laughter. But it's making me uncomfortable. How do we explain this to our children?<br /><br />DISPATCHER: Sir, I get where you're coming from. But the Pride Parade is a city-approved event. It's about celebrating diversity and promoting acceptance. Is there a specific emergency you need help with?<br /><br />JOHN: I appreciate your perspective, but I'm a conservative Christian. This celebration feels alien, almost oppressive. My values, my beliefs seem to be getting trampled over. Wait... something strange is happening...<br /><br />(The sound of the crowd, music, laughter, and cheers intensify.)<br /><br />JOHN: A drag queen just kissed me on the cheek. It sent a weird chill down my spine. Something doesn't feel right...<br /><br />DISPATCHER: Can you explain what you're feeling, John? Are you ill? Do we need to send medical help?<br /><br />JOHN: It's... hard to explain... I'm shrinking. I've always been tall and bulky, but now I feel like I'm melting away. My body is becoming petite, delicate... The sensation is terrifying.<br /><br />DISPATCHER: If you're feeling disoriented or uncomfortable, John, I recommend finding a quieter place. Can you do that?<br /><br />JOHN: It's not just my size. My skin is changing to a warm caramel shade. My hair is turning into a waterfall of tight curls. And my voice, it's becoming lighter, musical even... This doesn't feel like me anymore...<br /><br />DISPATCHER: Try to stay calm, John. Is there someone nearby who can assist you?<br /><br />JOHN: I'm... not John anymore... Soy Luisa. Me llamo Luisa... (I'm Luisa. My name is Luisa)... And it's not just my outside. Inside too... it's horrifying. My chest, my breasts are growing, and my... my manhood is... is disappearing, replaced by... by womanhood... Dios m&#237;o, es terror&#237;fico... (Oh my god, it's terrifying)...<br /><br />DISPATCHER: Luisa, I can hear you're scared. I'm here with you. Is there someone there who can help you?<br /><br />LUISA: There... there is... Marta! Mi querida Marta! (My dear Marta!) She's here. Marta, she's always been a pillar of strength. She's looking for me. She's always made me feel safe... <br /><br />DISPATCHER: Luisa, please find Marta. You need someone there with you.<br /><br />LUISA: S&#237;... (Yes)... La veo. Est&#225; all&#225;. (I see her. She's over there.) Her strength, her protection is calming. By her side, I'm not as scared. With her, I feel protected... <br /><br />Suddenly, a new, warm, and self-assured voice takes control of the conversation.<br /><br />MARTA: Hola, this is Marta. Pido disculpas por las travesuras de mi peque&#241;a novia. (I apologize for my little girlfriend's antics.)<br /><br />More found here patreon.com/RavynCrow