The rising morning Sun sneaks in through a gap in the curtains. The harsh light forcing you back to consciousness. The pounding headache, a reminder of the number and variety of drinks you had last night.
The memory of the local is a tempting distraction, clawing you back into your dreams and fantasies. Her voluptuous charms drawing a tired smile from your exhausted lips.
Groaning, you turn over, turning your back on the Sun. It feels like your stomach is sloshing, ready for bursting. The sheets cling to your body, making it heavy and awkward.
Before sleep can reclaim you, your bladder protests. Threatening to piss yourself if you drop off. With a defeated groan, you toss the bedding aside.
The chill air of the room meeting your skin. It's still cold from the night air, and the dark. Forcing you to become more awake and alert.
However, it's only as you heave yourself up into a sitting position, do the oddities start to build. As you force yourself to stand, that your brain chugs into motion. The wrongness becoming coherent, forcing you to an unwanted conclusion.
Idly scratching yourself, your eyes snap wide! It's confirmed! You're a woman... A quick, mortifying self-exploration confirming you have all the requisite parts... and none of the more familiar ones.
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