I woke with a start, I had a terrible hangover. I reached out to grab my glasses, only to see that my hand was larger. I put my glasses on and saw that I was in my bedroom. I don't remember getting home. I went to scratch my chest, but noticed that I was as flat as a board. I put a hand on my crotch and there was a dick. I'm a man? After all this time, hoping to get enough money to become a man, I became one? My wish was granted.
"What in the world?" I asked, my voice was a deeper version of my voice. I got up and looked in my mirror. Sure enough, I was just a male version of myself. I had the same maple wood brown hair with an undercut, I was still the same height, my eyes were still the same dull gray, my mouth was as small as ever, and my nose was the same size as it was, but everything else was different. I used to be a chubby transmasculine person, but now I'm a skinny man.
"Julian," a familiar voice called through the door, "If you're up, Dad wants to speak with you." It couldn't have been my sister, could it?
"I'm up," I said, "I'll get dressed and head down in a bit."
"Alright," my sister, Julietta said, "But don't keep Dad waiting." I opened my closet, grabbed some clothes and got dressed.
When I was finished getting dressed, I went downstairs. The whole house looked exactly like my parents house in my own world. I forgot that Mom and Dad's room was upstairs, so I went back upstairs and knocked on my parent's door.
"You may come in," my Dad's voice said from the other side. I opened the door and saw my Dad, his hair was gray just like in my world. "Do you know why I called you in here, Julian?"
"Because I blacked out drunk?" I asked.
"Not only that, but you smelled of an Alpha," Dad said. I nearly died from joy, becoming a male omega was my wish. Who the fuck granted it without telling me?
"I'm sure it was nothing," I said.
"If you smell of an Alpha, you might've been-" Dad started.
"I doubt that," I said, "I'm a good boy, remember."
"What about what happened with Kai?" Dad asked. My ex also exists in this world.
"I don't think that's going to happen again," I said.
"You were clutching this business card when we picked you up," Dad said as he handed me a business card, "You're lucky that man called us to keep you out of danger." I looked at the business card, it said 'Mitchell Minor, Actor at Philomena Studios, Phone number XXXXXXXXX'. I quickly took out my phone, saved his number, and looked him up online. He had honey colored wavy hair and sliver eyes that shined like diamonds. He was so hot, I would totally marry him. He looked exactly like how I imagined Dimitry, the romantic interest in my book 'My Lover is Crazy'.
"I think I'm in love," I muttered to myself, not realizing that I was still in my parent's room.
"Julian," Dad said, "Please don't be rash. Remember, family is forever."
"Don't worry," I said, "I'm not stupid."
"You look like you're up to something," Dad said.
"Dad, you were the one who said that I should act like an adult," I said, "I'm 27, leave me alone." I left my parents room and went back to my room. I opened my laptop and saw that I had all of my save files from the other world. I was ready to publish some more content.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I looked and it was an unknown number, so I let it ring. Then it rang again, same number. If they call twice it must mean they are real.
"Hello," I said into the phone.
"Are you the author who goes by the name 'Malak'?" a male voice asked from the other end.
"Yes," I said, "That is me."
"So my name is Bernard Cooper," the man said, "I'm a director of movies. I was hoping to make your book 'My Lover is Crazy' into a movie. Can you give me the rights to do so?"260Please respect copyright.PENANAv7xZUCp7RA
"I would love to," I said, "But there are a few things I would like to do in exchange for you getting the rights."
"Okay," Mr. Cooper said, "Tell me."
"I would like to be able to choose the cast," I said, "And I would like to watch you direct the movie."
"So, you're not asking for a lot of royalties?" Mr. Cooper asked, "I guess we have a deal. Can you come to the Dynasty Restaurant in T City this Wednesday at 5 pm so that we can sign the contract?" It was pretty far away, but if I left two hours ahead of time, I'll be able to make it.260Please respect copyright.PENANARkcP1jJGoJ
"I'll find a way to get there," I said.
"I will see you then," Mr. Cooper said.
"See you then," I said and hung up. I hope I don't run into any weird Alphas on Wednesday. I decided to call the Mitchell Steele, because now I had his number. It rang twice.260Please respect copyright.PENANAFegK6XkI1Q
"Hello?" a male voice answered.
"Is this Mitchell Minor?" I asked.
"Who is this?" he asked.
"If this is Mitchell Minor," I said, "I'm the drunk Omega you saved last night."
"Oh!" He said, "Yes, this is Mitchell Minor. I'm sorry I didn't get your name."
"My name is Julian Steele," I said.
"How do you want to repay me?" Mr. Minor asked.
"I think I have a way to repay you," I said, "But it'll cost you."
"What do you mean?" Mr. Minor asked.
"You're an actor, right?" I asked.
"Yes, I am," Mr. Minor said, "What do you want me to do?"
"I have a job for you," I said.
"Please don't make it one of those fake boyfriend things," Mr. Minor said, "Because I already have feelings."
"I wasn't going there," I said, "So I'm an author. I write mostly online things, but I have a book published. My book is going to become a movie, and I want you to be the romantic interest."
"You're an author?!" Mr. Minor shouted, hurting my ear.
"Yes," I said, "I write under the pen name 'Malak' and 'Little Bell 27'."
"Are you serious?!" Mr. Minor shouted, "I love all your writings, even the terrible fanfiction that you wrote when you were a child." Did he stalk me throughout my entire writing career? How did he know that I wrote fanfiction at 13? I changed my usernames a billion times and my accounts were on all different websites too.260Please respect copyright.PENANAsASJoGoRd7
"I'm sorry that it was terrible," I said, "I've wanted to be an author for as long as I remember."
"Well, your dream certainly came true," Mr. Minor said, "I'd love to be Dimitry! Also I'd love to make you mine." I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that last part.
"I'm glad," I said, "I knew you'd be perfect for the role!"260Please respect copyright.PENANAAqhZxeMsAr
"I can certainly help you," Mr. Minor said, "Is it alright if I call you Julian?"
"I guess," I said, "And I can call you Mitchell?"
"Certainly," Mitchell said, "If you want, I can help you with the signing of the contract."
"I don't think that's necessary," I said.
"Are you sure?" Mitchell asked.
"I'm not helpless," I said, "I'm not some damsel in distress."
"I get that," Mitchell said, "But won't it help to have someone beside you to help you through it?"
"It would," I said, "But I don't think we know each well enough for you to be able to help me."
"We could go on a date beforehand," Mitchell said.
"But I think that'll be a bad idea," I said, "You wouldn't be able to show your face around here, because there aren't any places to hide away and talk."260Please respect copyright.PENANAKMe2xjci4m
"Why do you say that?" Mitchell asked, "I can go wherever I want to go."
"But wouldn't the paparazzi follow you?" I asked, "I don't want people taking pictures of me." I started trembling, thinking about my ex.
"I doubt the paparazzi followed me all the way out here," Mitchell said, "But why are you afraid of having your picture taken?"
"One of my exes tried to kill me," I said, "He's in jail now, but..."
"But what?" Mitchell asked.260Please respect copyright.PENANAQLn3Ag3nfe
"If he sees me with another man," I said, "He might escape from jail and kill me for real."
"Calm down," Mitchell said, "I have connections and could ensure your safety."
"But he's in a jail in another state," I said, "And he had custody of my daughter, but now she's in foster care somewhere in that other state."
"If he tried to kill you, why did he have custody?" Mitchell asked.
"He manipulated the situation," I said, "Made me think I had no chance of gaining full custody."
"I will ensure that he never harms you again," Mitchell said, "I promise you that with my whole heart."
"I'm still scared," I said.
"My family is mostly police officers and detectives," Mitchell said, "I have connections in the jailing system as well." That calmed me down a little, but also confused me, because why would a man from a police officer family become an actor?260Please respect copyright.PENANAZdIO1S04R6
"Wait," I said, "Why did you become an actor if your from a family of police officers?"
"I was interested in acting since before I knew it was called acting," Mitchell said, "I always played one of the leading roles in plays at school. I convinced my father to let me go into a preforming arts high school and I always made the best grades because I wanted my parents to be proud of me, but they never felt it was good enough because it wasn't their own profession. It was painful, but I lived through it. And look at me now, I'm thriving."260Please respect copyright.PENANA4eO7hra653
"I understand," I said, "I wanted to be an author since I discovered the joy of writing. I could write whatever I wanted to write, even though some people don't like it, there will always be some that do. Just being able to put my fantasies on a page is good enough for me."
"So, do you want to meet up now?" Mitchell asked.
"Where would we go?" I asked.
"There's a hotel in A City that has a nice bar in it," Mitchell said.
"I really shouldn't drink," I said, "Actually, I need to eat something and take my medicine now, before I forget."
"Don't leave me," Mitchell said.
"Shut up, I'm just putting you on speaker phone," I said as I put him on speaker phone to go find the key to open my filling cabinet, which was where I hide my secret snacks.260Please respect copyright.PENANAKqAdAG5kSH
"Why are you doing that?" Mitchell asked. The key was on my Scooby Doo lanyard, with all my other keys to secret things, but I couldn't find it. "Hello?" I looked high and low, until I opened the drawers of my bureau. It was in the bottom drawer hiding in the back corner. "Hello?" I opened the filing cabinet and sure enough, there were some prepackaged snacks. I took out a granola bar and opened it. "Hello?" I took a bite. "Julian this isn't funny." I sighed and turned off speaker phone, moving my phone to my ear.260Please respect copyright.PENANApausSq0JMG
"Sorry," I said, "I was having trouble finding my snacks."
"Do you take medication because of your ex?" Mitchell asked. I quickly finished the granola bar.
"He's definitely a factor," I said, "But I have genetic factors as well." I took out my morning meds from my pill case and took them. I took a gulp of my water to wash them down.
"So, are you still scared to go out with me?" Mitchell asked. I sighed.
"If we're going to go out," I said, "I need body guards."
"So, let's say, I take you with me to N City," Mitchell said, "Will you need body guards there too?"
"Constantly," I said, "But they all need to have a background check, just in case they have any relation with my ex and his family. My ex's name is Kai O'Malley, his deceased father is Kenneth O'Malley II, deceased mother is Kaya O'Malley, and the only one left of his family is Kenneth O'Malley III, but you don't have to worry about him."
"What's your daughter's full name?" Mitchell asked, "I need to give it to my uncle so that he can find her. Also why don't I have to worry about Kenneth III?"
"Ashlie Izobel O'Malley," I said, "Ashlie with an 'I E' and Izobel with a 'Z O' instead of a 'S A'. Kenneth III is on good terms with us, he didn't like what his brother and the rest of his family did to me."
"So how did you find out that your daughter was in foster care?" Mitchell asked.
"I used to call every night at the same time," I said, "But one day, I couldn't reach any of the numbers they gave me, so I called the police station. They said that she was put into foster care and that there wasn't anything I could do about it since I didn't have custody."
"That's unfair," Mitchell said, "Wait, you said your ex was in jail. What was he in jail for?"
"I'm not exactly sure," I said, "And I'd rather keep it that way."
"Okay," Mitchell said, "So do you want to go to one of the casinos in A City? I heard that there's a VIP club there where I have a VIP pass." I frowned.
"As long as I don't drink," I said, "I'll be fine."
"What, you feel like getting messed up?" Mitchell asked. I felt my face warm up.
"No," I said, "That's the opposite of what I want to do."
"So I'll meet you at the Boar Casino in A City at 8 tonight?" Mitchell asked.
"Not tonight," I said, "I can't just leave the house whenever I want. I live with my parents and siblings."260Please respect copyright.PENANAfIxE8Wxvai
"Why do you still live with them?" Mitchell asked.
"Because I can't live alone," I said, "And I only published one book, so I don't have a lot of income. I used to be on disability, but I was taken off it because I made too much one year, because of the book being published."
"You're only 27," Mitchell said, "Why were you on disability?"
"Because I've been hospitalized 7 times in the Psych ward," I said, "All of them had to do with my stupid ex who is in jail now. That and I hadn't been able to keep a single job for over a year before and I didn't start working until after I was 21."
"Damn," Mitchell said, "You sure you can't just live with me?"
"I wish I could," I said, "But... What in the world, it's already 1 pm?"
"Did you wash yourself since you woke up?" Mitchell asked. I pulled up my shirt and sure enough I still smelled like puke.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I have to go."
"Please don't forget," Mitchell said. I hung up on him. I grabbed some clean clothes and ran into the bathroom to take a shower.
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my younger brother, Isaac, glaring at me.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Who have you been talking to all day?" Isaac asked, "Can't you tone it down in your conversations? I was sleeping."
"Why were you sleeping in the middle of the day?" I asked.
"It's none of your business," Isaac said.
"What I do in my room is none of your business either," I said, "And aren't the walls soundproof? Why the fuck were you listening to my conversations?"
"Ew," Isaac said, "Why would I listen to your stupid conversations anyway?"
"Tell me," I said, "What color is the sky?"
"Blue," Isaac said.
"What color are my eyes?" I asked.260Please respect copyright.PENANA1N7IuGub8g
"Blue?" Isaac asked.
"No, they're gray!" I said, "That's besides the point. What color is your carpet?"
"Gray," Isaac said.
"Where are my favorite underwear?" I asked.
"In your closet," Isaac said.
"Actually, I'm wearing my favorite underwear," I said, "Who knocked on my door this morning?"
"Julietta," Isaac said.
"Where is the rabbit?" I asked.
"Sleeping behind Dad's desk," Isaac said.
"Who was the man on the phone?" I asked.
"Mitchell Minor," Isaac said, "And Bernard Cooper."
"You were listening to my conversations!" I shouted. Isaac looked really embarrassed for being exposed.
"I didn't mean to," Isaac said, "It's just you don't get calls often and I was worried about you."
"Don't act like you were worried," I said, "You just want to hear all the juicy gossip."
"So sue me," Isaac said, "You rarely talk to me anyhow, so why does it matter?" I suddenly smelled roses, maybe it was me smelling Isaac's scent, but was he an Alpha or an Omega? I hate the smell of roses, so I covered my nose.
"Isaac?" I asked, "Are you an Alpha?" Isaac smirked. Yep, he definitely was.
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