I know this is a bit off topic (thought slightly relevant), and I've been reluctant to post this, but feel like I have to talk about it somewhere (so why not on a transgender blog), mm hmm. So about a month ago, I ate a brownie.. You know the kind. Won't say how I obtained it, but it was my first "brownie". I have to preface that with the fact that I HAVE partaken in the green stuff before. Usually it does little for me other than make me feel happy, maybe giggly, usually just makes me tired and I pass out. Probably the highest I ever got was one time I did it in a hotel room in vegas, then had to keep my composure as we went downstairs to gamble (I was pretty darn floaty, but could concentrate enough to seem normal).
Now I'm talking about a small piece, like thin and probably 1-1/2" x 1" (I imagine that's how it's usually made). I didn't eat the whole thing, I ate half. It usually takes an hour to kick in, so I ate it around 8pm. My wife went to bed, so she didn't really get to get to experience it. Around 9pm sure enough it kicked in, but because I was on the couch and just surfing the net, it probably didn't hit me as hard. I felt good, I felt a little more floaty, and I was getting really nostalgic. Like I felt like I could tap into memories I hadn't thought about in a long time. Like odd detailed stuff like remembering watching specific tv shows, and remembering laying in front of the coffee table on the floor. Then I had this yo-yo concept in my head, over and over, couldn't figure out what the hell it meant. I started to try to relate it to a memory. Was it galaga? ships coming down, then swaying to the right? I just couldn't figure it out.
Then I started to get horny. I went to a porn site, and I didn't exactly get hard. I was maybe half flacid, but that didn't stop me. I was practically rubbing my penis like it were a clit, back n forth really quick. It actually felt quite good, and a flood of memories popped into my head. Mostly it was memories of early teen masterbation, and that feeling of a super orgasm started to fill my body. There's just something about getting old where ejaculations start to feel like pissing on some level. But that really good orgasm, where all your muscles contract, that's what makes sex worth it.
So I ejaculated pretty well, and I called it a night. I couldn't turn off my brain, that night it took me a good hour or so to finally fall asleep. I'm the type of person that can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, so this wasn't normal for me. The next morning I reflected back on the experience, feeling almost scared to try it again. I told my wife about it, but she couldn't quite understand what I was talking about. She seemed to be suddenly interested in trying it again after hearing about my experience. I told her I wasn't so sure about doing it during the week again, not only scared of the side effects, but I had stuff I wanted to get done and I knew I would be worthless in that state. Later in the week she convinced me to try it again, and this time we went ahead and continued to work what we were working on (which was cleaning the basement).
After about an hour, it crept up on me. This time it was really strong. I don't know if this piece just had more in it, or it was because of my activity, but it REALLY hit me. It felt like a distraction (if that makes any sense). Like if someone was saying "hey! hey!" while you were trying to get something done, but you had no choice but to pay attention to that person. I tried to resist it, pulling my concentration back in, but it was slowly taking over. I then put my hands on my head, and suddenly my head went numb at the top. I was trying to figure out what this feeling was, and then I realized.. I was having Major vertigo, or a mild out of body experience. I tried to keep cleaning, but this was too distracting. I held my head again, and experimented with how far I could take this. Could this induce a true out of body experience? I tried hard, but at best I could describe what I felt was imagining your eyes as a pair of TV sets in a dark room, and slowly walking backwards away from them. Your still viewing the world, but you feel detached from the experience (almost like virtual reality). The further I got from my eyes, the fuzzier the image got too. I started to think about what it would REALLY feel like to leave my body on a small level. Reflecting back, I start to realize our bodies really are nothing more than vessels, just shells we use to get around. That's not to say I don't still have the desire to have a pretty pretty woman shell, but I can finally separate the "me" from the "body me".
I then stood in a corner, and rocked back n forth, feeling like I was on an amusement park ride. My wife just looked at me funny, clearly not having the same deep experience I was. Then the paranoia started kicking in, thoughts of "what if this doesn't wear off?" After 30 minutes or so of useless cleaning, it was time to go back upstairs. I sat on the couch, not sure what to do with myself. Finally the feeling of having to suddenly poop entered me, and I wasn't sure if I was actually going to be capable to stand up and walk over to the bathroom. That yo-yo feeling was back, and I could finally describe what that feeling was. Where a normal person would say want to reach their hand out to get something off a shelf, they would go directly to that point in space. In my state, my movements were more cursive. What I mean is, if I was to move my hand right, I would have to actually have to first go left, loop around, and then swing to the right. This made moving very difficult and slow. It's as if my brain's actions to movements was being wired backwards momentarily until I realized I was doing it wrong, and then corrected myself.
So I sat down, and after struggling for about 5 minutes (yes, your muscles, even in your colon have difficulty cooperating), I finally managed to push it out. I then managed to make my way back to the couch in the living room. I sat down, still feeling massive vertigo. It was as if riding a roller coaster, but the operator never stopped the ride. At this point I just couldn't handle it anymore, and I could feel the vomit start to travel up my throat. A normal person would run to the sink, but I was so out of control I couldn't get up and ended up vomiting right there on the rug. My wife was starting to freak out a little bit at this point because your not supposed to get sick like this. After reading a few pages from a google search, she found much worse stories (people who have eaten an entire tray of brownies and felt like they were literally in hell). The best advice she read was to help that person to bed and sleep it off, and that's exactly what I did. It didn't take me long to fall asleep, I knew I just wanted this feeling to go away.
So why am I bothering telling you this story? Well:
1. So you don't overdo it if you decide to try it. Seriously, it takes about an hour to kick in, so don't eat too much
2. If you've ever wanted to experience OBE on some level (real or not), this is the easiest method to do so.
3. It changes my whole outlook on the body transfer concept in fictionmania stories (whether it be magic or technology). Seriously, if I was thrusted out of my body and landed in another, I think my first reaction would be to puke my guts out trying to adjust to my new body.
