Jimma

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When he finally arrived home, to gather up his essentials, it was a month of matriarchal torment. He felt as a young Prussian soldier under harsh military scrutiny during Emperor Kaiser Wilhelm – the drill as it is known in history books. Speaking of those, beside sexy magazines, it was a reflex to pick those, he carried only a few of them, Lolita, US Heritage, Asimov’s Foundation series and a brand new one, Sapiens – A Brief History of Humankind. If you want to become something else, first you have to understand yourself, out of nowhere this thought has shaped in his brain. At the doorstep, he turned for the final time, not believing how he could live in this mess for so long. Well, he was just a lone guy and this pigsty is a pretty normal place for a bachelor. Slamming the door, scaring the neighbor’s cat and that episode was over.

What now? What waits in the future and can Jim call it that? On the way to the station, he relived past month, endless clothes changing, high heels walking and painting every inch of his face. It was his, or better say her first test, as her name is Jimma now, she has a blonde wig, some skirt cyclamen colour, tight blouse with stuffed bro and high heels, which he hates more than everything, but she needs to carry them. Taking a cab, smiling at the driver and going to a train station. There, two sister-witches await her and new life begins. At least, some kind of imitation of it.