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Madness Redux
What?! What!! Stupid again. Hospital bed. Transported, transformed. Me and Rhoda pushed in together. No Rex. Saw him leap out of the car when they pulled us out of the wreck. Good move, buddy, but I need your brain cells badly. Oh Roderick Blasingame, where have you been? I’ve been a bad boy, Sir Roderick. A woman got me mixed up in some risky business that was no business of mine. And now we’re mixed up together. She is me and I am she and we are all together. Goo goo g’joob. Such strange longings. I want to wear high heels and carry a purse.
I hate you, says a voice in my head. Is it she? Is it me? Well, whoever it is, I’m not so fond of you either. But here we are, Rhoda, together at last. Not the way I pictured it, but hey, babe, we’ve got to play the cards we’re dealt. You see, Sir Roderick, what’s happening here? If you do, please explain it to me. I’m definitely in touch with my feminine side now. Or somebody’s. I want less Rhoda and more Rex. Can we make a deal? I’ll give you back your high heels for a shot of testosterone.
Where is Rex? Where am I? Who am I? Roderick Blasingame, that’s who. Master of disguises. Posing as a woman to cloak his masculine body, which conceals his canine soul, while underneath all that he is a man with feminine tendencies, shielding his mysterious inner being, which is a woman who longs to be a man, when he is not a hermaphrodite who’d rather be a dog.
Where are you, Rhoda? In what foul dungeon of the Rumex Empire do you lie chained to the wall with your clothes in tatters? I, Sir Roderick Blasingame, will rescue you, you heartless bitch.
Copyright © 2010 by Bob Brill
