Awe man. Why do I have such a major headache?
I slowly open my eyes and am welcomed by the bright sunlight radiating through my bedroom window.... Wait! That can't be possible... I'm a 100% sure that I closed the curtains after I got home last night... And there is not a single window anywhere in the front of my room...
I feel a draft.
I manage to fully open my eyes, only to come face to face with the realization that I am not in my room... I sit up... I look to my right and...
Who the heck is that?
I see a female figure laying on next to me, clearly naked under the bedsheet... What did I do?
She begins to stir.
Her eyes open, a grin appearing upon her face.
"Well, goodmorning handsome."
Is this chick high or something?
Covering herself with the bedsheet, she sits up, getting awefully close to me. I wasn't moving... I couldn't... I was trying to remember what I had done last night to end up in this room, a room that was clearly not mine... And why it looked like I had had some company...
She kisses me on the lips and I kiss back, but I don't even know why.
When she pulls away, I just look at her, all confused.
She lifts her index finger up, bringing it toward my chest...
Shit! Was I even wearing my undergarments?
My chest feel exposed... She traces my chest with her finger, whispering, "Last night was the best night of my life. You sure weren't lying when you said you could show me a good time," in my ear.
I gulp.
I gather up enough courage to look down and at my body...
What the fuck!
I was in nothing but boxers and my chest... My chest was flat... I even had abs... I didn't look like a girl!
I'm going crazy!
"Liam, I'll text you later so we can get together and relive last night, again," the stranger says as she gets dressed.
Liam?
I wait for her to leave before getting out of bed. I run for the bathroom, which is luckily close by... I look into the mirror and am horrified at what I see...
I look like Liam Booker! Wait! I am Liam Booker... Oh no... I'm Liam Booker!
This can't be happening! I splash some water on my face, hoping it would waken me up completely and that once I looked into the mirror again, I'd look like me... Like Amy Raudenfeld.
The water drips down my face as I take my time raising it up to the mirror once more... I stare at it and... It is still Liam Booker's face! How could this be!?!
What explanation could there be for this?
As far as I remember, last night, after coming home from the whole "wishing fountain" thing, I went right to bed, my bed...
