"What kind of firework..." I wheeze in pure awe, the breath and words begin stolen from my throat as the air is suddenly ripped from my lungs. The light rapidly expands further and further across the sky, the realization that it was drawing closer only hitting me as I watch it consume the neighboring skyscrapers.
I try to clamber to my feet only to simply remain laying in place, my arms and legs no longer responding as I'm forced to watch the white light slowly begin to swallow up the rooftop around me. I silent scream escapes my lips as I soon find myself floating, the feeling of the cold air and hard bricks vanishing in an instant.
The white void is all I can see, endless and eternal, before I finally pass into unconsciousness.
My head pounds as I come to, my eyes still burning from the night before despite the relative darkness around me. My mind races as I try to work out where I was or how I even wound up here, my brain slowed and lagging under the heady weight of the long night on the roof.
I cough as gag as I let out a groan, my throat crackling and my mouth as dry as a desert. My body begs for water, for painkillers, and something to fill my groaning and aching stomach. Cold air sends chills down my spine, my mind turning to the thought of the roof top firework show as I begin to wonder where my clothes were.
"How did I get..." I begin to wheeze, a croaking high pitched voice creaking out from between my parched lips.
With a pause something finally clicks in my head, my last memories of the night before flashing before my eyes. The explosion of light, the all encompassing white void, and the sheer panic that had gripped me before I suddenly found myself waking up in bed.
I try to snap my eyes open, my eyelids fighting me every step of the way as the desire for sleep and constant aching from light sensitivity begs me to keep them closed. A confused groan escapes my lips as I find my vision filled with fuzzy blurred strands of hair, something I hadn't experienced since I started cutting my hair short years ago.
"...This a... wig?..." I cough, reaching up to grab the obviously fake hair. As my arm reaches up I freeze, pausing my movement as I feel my arm brush against my chest. It feels soft, warm and far further out than it had any right to be, my once flat an unimpressive pectorals having seemingly ballooned out with flab overnight.
Lurching up, the weight on my chest jostling as I feel the sweat causing the flabby weight to cling to my torso, I whip my arm around to the side of the bed in search of the curtains. The frenzy only causes my body to shift and quiver more, tight muscles in my back and shoulders twitching in order to compensate for the swaying heft of my chest with each wave of my hand.
Finally, my hand makes purchase with the curtain, the arm heaving back as I pull the fabric back. The force behind the tugging and the lack of any resistance sends me toppling back into the, my head crashing down into the pillows beneath me as a curtain of hair tumbles about my face.
Reaching up I scramble to part the sweaty locks, my eyes stinging under the now far harsher light with each clearing swipe of my hand. Slowly but surely my gaze begins to focus on a bundle of clothing beside me, a messy bundle of items that seem to have been hastily stripped out of before someone clambered into bed.
Squinting at the clothes I try to make out the clothing beside me only to find sitting beside me a set of...
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