once upon a time, in a universe far far away, on the seventh moon of a seventh planet, there was a beautiful androgynous gypsy girl who liked nothing more than to abuse magical chemicals. so one scorching summer day, under the heat of the twin suns, she took so much ecstasy and acid and got so high that if she closed her eyes she couldn't remember her own name or even where she was. she heard sounds like the hum of a wine glass when you rub a wet finger around the rim. her whole body was vibrating. the stars aligned and the secrets of the universe revealed themselves. the chemical gateway was unlocked, her ego dissolved, and she forgot herself completely. later that day, when the crash hit, she somehow found her way safely back home where she managed to wriggle free of her clothes then collapsed onto her bed, and there she did fall sound asleep for an aeon or two. it wasn't so much sleep as a drug-induced coma. if it was sleep it was the sleep of the dead. no dreams. just the pure nothingness of a black void. braindeath. when she eventually woke she stretched and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, relieved to find that she was actually waking up in her bed for once, and pondered as to what day it was. after taking a moment to collect herself she realised that once again she had no recollection of how she got home and all preceding events. she picked up her grungy black skinny jeans and checked her pockets for anything that might yield clues as to where she might have been and what she might have done. as she reached into her pocket she felt the familiar texture and knew. she pulled out a handful of sparkling silver sand and watched as it slipped through her fingers to floor. the glitter dunes, she thought. then she noticed the silver sand was all over her and in her hair, gritty and silver and sparkling like glitter. she stood and toddled off towards the bathroom holding herself as if she were cold, even though it was molten mid-summer, and wondered for the thousandth time how she was still alive. how much punishment can a body take, she wondered. how much punishment can a mind take before it never comes back? in the bathroom she stretched once more and turned on the shower, held her hand under it until the temperature was to her liking, then stepped in. in the shower she closed her eyes and threw back her head and let the hot water rush over her body, as hot as she could handle, cleansing her of the greasy layer of ecstasy and acid that had enveloped her through perspiration, purifying her. with her eyes closed she imagined she was a wild jungle animal washing away blood from the night's kill under a tropical waterfall, wet fur glinting in a shaft of light that broke through the towering trees from a full moon. she thought it would probably be fun to be a black panther. no, an alien. a killer alien. like the predator. stalking people. killing for the fun of it. she was lost for a moment in her bizarre homicidal-alien daydream. when she snapped backed to reality she thought about who she'd put on her hitlist and laughed. she let herself soak for a while, her hair hanging wet over her face and shoulders and down her back, then took mango body wash and lathered it into her silky white skin. by now she'd been taking female hormones for years and her body had changed a lot, but she was never anything less than a pretty androgynous boy before. as she washed she became more and more excited at the feel of her new curves and little breasts and couldn't help touching herself down there. completely lost in arousal she climaxed in less than a minute. such sweet relief. she stood breathing deeply with her head back and her eyes closed feeling the sweet post-orgasm paradox of being both drained and revitalised. when she opened her eyes she looked down, and the soapy bubbles had rinsed the twinkling sand from her hair and body which then collected on the floor around her feet. she fell into a trance as it circled around the plughole, circled, circled, closer, then fell out of sight, twinking all the way. residual effect of the acid, she thought. before she was done she turned the shower tap all the way to right making the water cold. she liked the way the sudden change in temperature shocked her body, forcing her breath to come in increasingly short gasps until she couldn't take it anymore and had to jump out. she took her huge pink beach towel and wrapped it round herself to dry off. while her skin was still damp she took a tub of rich cocoa butter and rubbed it all over her smooth hairless body. it smelled so sweet she always wanted to eat it. after wiping away condensation from the bathroom mirror she took her hairbrush and parted her long black hair in the middle and then tied it back into a pony tail, leaving out the fringe on either side which fell down over high cheekbones to frame the immaculate feminine proportions of her pale white face. before she left the bathroom she took a moment to admire her reflection, paying particular attention to her finely plucked black eyebrows which contrasted brilliantly against her pale skin. outside, the clear late evening sky was showing its first spattering of stars. smiling, she headed out to find the next adventure, whatever that was . . .