Tom skipped through the streets of Tokyo, his blue patterned school skirt rising up with each step, giving the passers-by views of his creamy legs and white satin panties. Hometime at last. Through the streets, through the alleyways, past the hole in the wall.

A hole in the wall?

He stopped, and walked back. Yes, a hole in the wall. Looked like something out of those Western cartoons that occasionally came on TV for tourists. Bugs… Bugs Bear or something. No matter. It was just a black hole. In the wall. And no one else seemed to be taking a blind bit of notice.

It started swirling. He didn’t know how you could tell something perfectly black was swirling, but it was. He started backing away, but his feet couldn’t seem to get any grip on the ground. In fact, he found himself being pulled forward.

He disappeared head first into the vortex.

The next thing he knew, the world was blue. Not a sky blue, not a dark blue, a somewhere-in-between blue. He was stuck. He was floating, but somehow stuck. Felt like a net. An invisible net. He screamed. It echoed, taunting him until he scrunched up his eyes and wished the world away.

The echoes eventually died down, and he reopened his eyes. He looked down, or at least in the direction of his feet, since there didn’t really seem to be any “down” as such. There was a dot. A black dot in the ocean of blue. Five minutes later there were three. Another five minutes later and there were at least ten, and the first ones were bigger dots now. It looked like something coming towards him. He stared at it as it drew closer, each dot becoming a dark grey…

Something dripped onto his hand. He looked up. There was another one, and this one was a lot closer. It slithered out at him, sliding across his back, leaving a trail of slime, making his shirt stick to his skin. He shivered in disgust. It squirmed its way down, pushing its way into his panties. Now he screamed, and it echoed back on him, mocking him, until he was screaming for his screams to go away.

The others had arrived now. One managed to rip his shirt off, then came back to paw his almost-breasts. The slime almost burnt his skin, leaving him feeling raw, and the one in his panties... oh god, no… not there…

It went there. His last thoughts as the tentacle tore open his anus, ripped up through his body and out his mouth was,

Next life… can I be a girl?