Wednesday, September 12, 2012


Charles worked on Wall Street; he had been pressured into his career as a stock broker by his parents. He hated wearing suits and ties and going to the office. He often took the subway up to Saint Marks Place to check out the gutter punks. He romanticized their lifestyle, even if they often made fun of his suits and button down shirts when they caught him staring. He just felt they seemed so free and alive. One night he went to bed wishing to be one.

Waking up the next morning, he was shocked. Instead of his posh Upper East Side pad, he was in a grungy studio apartment. He was even more surprised at his body. He had become one of those gutter punks he had been staring at -- one of the FEMALE ones!

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