Mr. Stripper

Blood... "He...help!" I stuttered as I tried to stretch my hands forward. "Hel..." I was unable to finish my statement because I am no longer able to speak. I spit blood, and it gets into my eyes. I could slightly see my blood all over the floor, as well as the blurry images of those who were currently surrounding me. I'm aware that they're all trying to communicate with me, but all I could hear was murmurs. Because I'm on the verge, their words didn't make sense to me. I don't want to give up because I have dreams to fulfill. I have to become a priest, so what the hell is going on right now, and whose blood is this, because the blood is much. "Someone dialed 911." Someone yelled. "Hang on, please. You'll be fine; just keep going." Another panicked voice declares. After a while, I felt myself being carried towards a hospital craft. I closed my eyes and let myself drown in agony. The only thing I can currently pray and wish for is that I get out of this mess alive. This should not be happening, and I have an important meeting right now. The pain became unbearable, and a few minutes later I was rushed into the hospital and revived using an incubator. The beeping sounds were intense, and I felt like I was floating in the air. My soul appears to be about to depart from my body. I don't want to die because staying alive is the plan. Well. The universe appears to have other plans for me, as I suddenly found myself inside a very bright place. For a brief moment, I thought I was in heaven. I'm no longer in pain, and it was almost like I was fine a while ago. Currently. I can walk perfectly, but my entire environment is white. It's so white that it's impairing my vision. "Hello!" While trying to find my way, I yelled. I turn around and take in my surroundings. "Hello. Is anyone here?" I asked, arching my brows, because my entire environment is empty. Isn't heaven supposed to be crowded? I've always imagined heaven to be filled with angels, but this is a little different. "Hello?" I yelled, but there was still no response. My breathing became rapid, and I decided to run around, hoping to see a door, but something unexpected happened. I was creeped out when I felt someone's hands on my shoulder. "Arrh!" I scream in terror and fall to the floor. "Delilah!" Someone yelled. "Delilah. You have to wake up." The person called out again, and it appears that the person is looking for me. I'm aware that I was involved in an accident, so if the nurse wants to call out my name so that my soul can return back to my body, then they should call me by my actual name, 'Emery,' not 'Delilah.' "DELILAH!" The person screams, but it makes no sense because I can't see the person's face. After a while, everything became quiet. I thought the person had given up, but then I felt a heavy slap on my cheek. The slap felt like a strong pull, and I closed my eyes tight, bearing the immense pain. Within minutes, I shut my eyes wide open, stunned to see crowds surrounding me. I blink a few times because this isn't the type of crowd I expected to see after waking up from my unconscious self. I could hear music, and it was very loud. I blink a few times. "Did it truly exhaust you?" A young lady asked, and I arched my brows. "It's a car accident, so it did." I responded. Well. My voice sounds strange to my ears. "Car accident?" The lady inquired, and it appears that she is the one who had been calling out for Delilah a while ago. I nod in response to her question, and she rolls her eyes. "You're supposed to be on stage in twenty minutes, so go get ready." She declared, but I'm currently confused right now. First and foremost, why is there loud music? Second, why are all those around me half naked? "Did I become a priest?" I inquired, and this time the lady appeared perplexed. She patted my back before leaning away from me. "I told you not to drink the wine he's going to offer you, and now you're spilling garbage out of your mouth." She walked away, shrugging. "Wait!" I called out to her. The lady turns around, her brow furrowed slightly. "What is it?" She asked, irritably. "How long have I been in a coma?" I inquired. She rolled her eyes but didn't say anything. "Can you please direct me to the restroom?" I inquired, and she pointed to my right. "Thanks!" I mumble before rising from my seat. It's strange that I'm currently surrounded in the mist of girls, and from the looks of things, I'm assuming this is a brothel. I went to the restroom and quickly washed my face. My body feels a little bit sore. Well. My head is a mess, but I believe the accident was a dream in which I passed out and was saved by a lady who works in a brothel. 'Thank you, Jesus, for your wonderful assistance,' I said quietly to myself. I turned around, ready to leave the restroom, when I noticed girls entering. "Ladies, you should not be in a male restroom." I declare. "Male restroom?" I nodded as one of the ladies said. "You shouldn't be here, girls." I said because I can tell they're here to seduce me, but I'm not interested in them. "What's wrong with you, Delilah?" One of the girls wearing only a pant and a bra inquired. My brows furrowed. "Delilah?" I question, because I'm beginning to hear that name frequently. "I heard the old rich tycoon really drained you." The other girl, who is wearing a short lace skirt, declares. "Exhaust me?" I inquired because it appears that they are mistaken. "And I'm sorry, but my name is Emery, not Delilah." I sincerely declare. "Hahaha! Delilah, that's a great joke." They laugh before turning around to look in the mirror. I scuffed and looked in the mirror to see if I had fully recovered. "What's up with this mirror? I can't even see myself." I declare because I am currently seeing the reflection of a lovely young lady. 'Wait!' I said this within myself because the reflection had just moved his mouth. "Who..." I murmur, but the reflection also opens its mouth to murmur. It was almost as if it was my reflection. I washed my face by turning on the front-facing faucet, and as I lowered my hand, I noticed something incredible. I no longer have a manly hand, but possess the hand's of a woman. I stretch my hands forward, trying to figure out if this is an illusion. I slowly place my hands between my legs. "Wait! Where did my d**k go?" I inquired, causing the ladies who are about to leave the restroom to look at me puzzledly. I pressed in-between my legs and couldn't feel my d**k, but I could feel something else, which appears to be a woman's private part. "Who stole my... who..." I stutter and place my hands on my chest, and Hell No, I touch boobs. I'm a priest, so touching a woman's boobs is a sin. But... the boob's appears to be mine. I put my hands between my legs and bring them back to my chest. "Arrrrhhhhhhh!" I scream in horror.