Your eyes snapped open. There was no girl. There was no nothingness; as a ceiling definitely counts as something. Said ceiling had the same, or something so similar that I didn't notice pink wall (which is quite likely), paper that your sister had in her room.
You tried to sit up, but found that you couldn't. You entire body was numb; You couldn't even feel the comforter on your skin.
Wait, since when did you have any comforter?
Feeling finally returned to your body, and it was not exactly a good thing. Whatever you were wearing was very much not the boxers and loose wife-beater you went to bed in. It was tight and light and a bit form fitting. There was something tickling the back of your neck, so you stretched your arm so you could brush whatever it was… away…
What the Hell?
You bolted upright. There was a rush of wind going through hair behind you, and the tickling feeling got worse, not better. There was also a bounce on your chest. Neither of these things got your spirits up.
You got out of bed and ran over to a mirror that I was absolutely sure did not exist before. The room was almost identical to your old one, except the pink paint.
What I saw in the mirror nearly gave me a heart attack. Standing there, in cute, girly pajamas, was a girl.
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