You wake up again much later (still the same day as before it was very early morning), only to find yourself back on the couch. This time you are not anywhere near as tired. You see that someone must have opened a window because you feel a slight breeze and see sunlight streaming in from behind the couch. You struggle up to peer over the couch and out the window only to see an small modern courtyard with a couple of trees in it.
"You're awake," says a voice you recognize as that of the guy you saw earlier.
You turn to face him and he hands you a mug of hot coffee. Finding this whole circumstance rather strange you take the mug and hold it in strangely feminine hands.
"I made it just the way you like it," says the man.
You take a sip of the coffee only to find it extra strong, thick and hot. You then hand the coffee back to the man and are about to stand up when you notice a stain on your tank top. You finally clue in that not only are you wearing a tank top but that you have breasts and smooth skin and a different yet familiar voice.
"You okay?" asks the man, putting the coffee down on a small table.
You bolt upright and twist you neck, looking for a mirror. You grab the man's shoulders and ask in slurred speech, "Washroom?"
He points the way and you bolt out of the room and down a short hallway. You then...
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