Things I learned trekking across the country disguised as an 11-year-old girl writen as an entry from a US Marine corporal's journal

So I'm having the most surreal time in my life. It started yesterday when I couldn't get leave from work. I sort of have a bad track record of fucking up in front of my commander, so they never approve my leave. It seems like my buddys who I enlisted with are just as bad as I am in the eyes of our commander. So me and the guys in my barracks were all thinking, fuck it. I'm a Marine, this nation relies on me to protect it. I'm going to send my wife and kids to a cabin in the mountains away from all the shit that's happening. I went home, packed up the wife and kids, and drove them to the cabin, all the while dreading coming back and fucking up my career for good. I'm in my car, driving down the interstate, the radio going. I don't know what it is about these people that pisses me off, I've had to fight and spill my blood for this fucking country. All these protesters are are pussy assholes who don't know what it's like to fight for something they "believe" in. They just like to whine and piss on everyone else. I hear "BREAKING: 7 in 10 women of childbearing age in the U.S. have miscarriages almost immediately after getting new "birth control" shots mandated by the government". I pull over to the side of the road so I don't blow a gasket and crash and kill myself. Everything goes black. I open my eyes to a inuse gas station attendant. He's waving a little white girl in front of me, and I can see my car is smashed up. I tell him I'm fine and make my way to the little girl. She can't be more than 12. I ask everyone I can see what happened. in short, a man and I were in a head on collision. I was saying I was a Marine, and they were expecting a young girl. I stand up and dust myself off. COme to my senses. I don't know if I dreamed all this then came here, if I died and was reincarnated, or if the stress got to me. This looks like its somewhere in middle America. There's a highway behind me. I look down. The clothes on me are a flowy sundress, and my tan is gone. I look at my hands and theyre small. I go to check my dick and all I feel is a bunch of fabrics. What the fuck? I see a little backpack strapped to the little girl I can remember. I walk up to it and unstrap it. It's a Disney-themed backpack. It's all pink. Everything's all pink. I never liked pink, but everyone keeps commenting on how cute it is. I open the backpack. A water bottle. A granola bar. And a dead phone with a cracked screen. It's a Samsung. COuld it be my phone? No. It's a "Princess" phone, a pink Samsung phone targeted to young girls. Dark thoughts are going through my head. A car stops behind me. It's a black SUV that looks like its from some government agency. "Can you come with us?" I hear. I run up to the gas attendant. He takes me inside. It's an old man and a young girl working there, probably his granddaughter. I ask to use the restroom. I lock the door and close my eyes. When I open my eyes again, everyone's gone. The attendant, his granddaughter, the inuse guy, all gone. everyone. The gas station's run down, the lights in it flickering. There's a dead tree out front with an old tire swing. I see the SUV, but it's not the same one. This one is a 60s era station wagon. Two men in black suits and sunglasses are standing next to the car. They look almost like agents from Men in Black. I run in the other direction of the station wagon and down the street. I'm in the middle of a town. There aren't any other cars. I don't even see anyone else. I run inside a clothing store. An old lady watches me come in. She says "Finally, I've been waiting for you". I try to run, but she stops me and holds me in place. She looks at my feet. "I knew these would fit you, and Lo! They do!" She hands me a pair of shoes. in exchange, i hand her the Disney backpack. she opens it up and pulls out the water bottle, granola bar, and phone, exactly how I found it. I ask "What do you need these for?" She just says " 이미 열어 본 상자는 다시 닫을 수 없습니다." I say that's Korean, I don't speak Korean. She just asks "then why did you say that?" The lights in the store flicker and it goes black. I wake up in a bed. I'm in a hotel room. I groggily stand up and walk to the window. There's a parking lot out front and an interstate. A sign reads "Next Exit: Tulsa". Before I can even think, I inuse back into the gas station. The attendant is back, along with his granddaughter. They ask me "What are you doing here little girl?" I ask them about what just happened. They both just smile and say "you've been here the whole time". They ask me to come back later in the day so my grandma can pick you up. I go outside. There's a little Honda civic pulled over on the side of the road. I can see inside of it, it's my car. LIL "mom" is inside of it, waving at me. She gets out and walks towards me. She's Asian, and has a scarf tied around her head like some kind of turban. she's wearing a long dress that goes down to her knees. "Hey kiddo". She calls out to me. I say "What's going on?" and she just replies "Let's get back to camp and the others will explain it to us". I ask her what camp. She tells me not to play dumb and get in the car. I get in the car. There are four bags in the backseat. Each bag is labeled with a foreign name and a set of coordinates. One of them is in french, another german, one I recognize as japanese, and the final one is in cursive and has a picture of a crescent moon on it. I don't recognize it. I grab the english-speaking bag, and the mom grabs the others. She shoves all of them in the back of the car. She asks "Are you buckled up?" and starts driving off. I buckle up and look at my hand. It's still like a little girls. I touch my face. It still feels like a woman's. The cars driving at a solid 60. I see a sign for the next exit, "Next Exit: Tulsa international airport" I see a highway rest stop. I tell my mom to pull over into it. She says no and keeps driving. I see the signs for the airport getting closer. I jump up out of my seat and hit my mom in the back of the head with my fist. She yelps out in pain and stops the car in the middle of the highway. I don't even know how I could do that. I don't think I've ever punched someone before. She gets out the car and asks if I'm okay. I ask why were we headed to the airport. She just says they needed to move the bags. "what bags?" I ask her. She says "just get back in the car, you don't remember?" I reply "no" and she just sighs. She gets back in the car and continues driving. I never thought about it, but back when I was a child, my mom always talked to me like I knew things. She never used simple words or talked slowly, but like I was an adult. I ask her "do you.... remember?" "Remember what?" she says, not looking at me. I keep pushing. She keeps not answering. She pulls off the interstate. I look at the sign. "Welcome to Wichita". I look out the window and see the city of Wichita. "What is this?" I ask. She says "we have to get some supplies". She pulls into a Walmart. I can't believe all these people just walking around. I ask her "what's going on? Everyone can see us". She just says "We're currently living in an age not of empires, but one of safety". I can't say any more because a man and woman come up to us. He's black, she's white, he's wearing a tie and sunglasses, and she's wearing a business casual dress. He introduces himself as agent Thompson and her as agent Taylor. He holds up a badge. it reads "US Government Agency". She just holds up hers in like a sort of salute. They get in the car. Agent Taylor is in the passenger seat, while agent Thompson is in the back. Agent Taylor says "We have to speak with u--" Agent Thompson interrupts her "Everything alright here?" My inuse mom looks back at him and says "Yeah. Everything's fine". Agent Taylor looks at me and says "Good. We can't afford losing another--". Agent Thompson then interrupts again "LIL, we lost contact with VF-27". LIL sort of coughs and pulls over into the Walmart parking lot. "Pull over in like a side street somewhere." Agent thompson says. LIL pulls into a spot and continues parking. I reach out to honk the horn just for the hell of

Things I learned trekking across the country disguised as an 11-year-old girl writen as an entry from a US Marine corporal's journal

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