Mirrored World Chapter 1 A Typical Day

Many people tell me it's normal for me to feel objectified. That I can't do anything to change what the world has decided is sexy and what's not. If I let any hair appear anywhere aside from my face, arms, legs, or chest then I'm disgusting. And only if my face has an appropriate structure then can I have long hair otherwise I better keep mine a buzz cut. I think it's ridiculous on the TV women can look however they want but the man better look prim and proper the suited image of a true man.

Porn is even worse men are sold into sex trafficking and many become dancers just to make it through college. Men also can't walk alone at night cause they are more likely to be raped, especially if their clothes are screaming for it. Oh and the clothes right, I've only been able to find low v neck shirts with skinny jeans. Men are expected to be ok with women overpowering them and I guess that makes me weird since that incident.

I look from my computer at my boss who is sexually harrassing a worker he doesn't seem too bothered by it. But her hand is not going to stay in appropriate places for long with him. I shudder and finish what I need to be turning my computer off and getting up to leave. I button my shirt as I leave so that I can finally feel covered.

"Finally can go home and not worry about people staring at me."

"Hey, hot rod, nice butt!"

I glance at the red haired girl with her baggy shirt and pants. She then does a crude hand motion indicating sex. I shake my head and scoff before getting into my car and heading home.

"Brandons new song, 'Just Touch Me' is on next!"

I turned the radio off that song annoys me. All it is about is how men just want sex and for some woman to just take them. It doesn't sing about boundaries cause clearly us men don't want consent before a woman does something to us. I get home and park before going into see my cat and turn on the TV. 

"Hey whiskers," I say rubbing the grey tabbies chin before spooning him some soft cat food, "You have such an easy life buddy."

I then grab a pizza and flop down on the couch going to a movie. Right off the bat I'm greeted by men with perfect bodies by todays standards, they're skinny and well built. My body isn't theirs and I struggle again with the thought of my self image. I turn the movie off flipping to TubeYou. I watch videos for over an hour before deciding to head off to bed.

I do a quick shave and brush of my teeth and hair, which is reaching my ears in length. I then notice a crack in my mirror.

"I'll get that fixed tomorrow," I say walking away.