"Yeah... could... Program or some..." Gracie chirps, eager to finally have the older woman on the same page as her. "Can... sure he... lyzed?" She quickly inquiries, a sudden squeal filling the room as she notices something.
The two women scream at something as I soon find the piercing tone consume my senses entirely, the gloomy fog encompassing my entire vision. For a split second I feel as though I'm falling, my lurch inside my gut sending my heart into my throat as feeling rapidly returns to my body all at once.
With a snap the ringing in my ears is soon replaced with the loud 'Beep beep beep' of a cheap alarm clock right beside me, the noise immediately causing my head to ache. Each sharp electronic chirp pierces into my skull, a low and tired groan escaping my lips as I try to force my eyes open.
The sound leaves something amiss in my mind, a faint sense that something is off as I lazily reach out towards the source of the noise. With a loud slap I bring my hand down on the flimsy plastic device, the speakers shutting off mid-chirp as my eyes flutter open.
"I don't have..." I wheeze out groggily, a hacking cough soon erupting from my throat as I try to clear it. My voice is off, higher pitched yet with a slightly husky undertone leaving it with a hint of deepness. With each hacking splutter I feel my chest jiggling, a set of subtle weights shifting beneath my shirt as I feel a nights worth of sweat causing the slight mounds to stick together.
My breath quickly grows ragged, with huffing gasp for air dragging in the strands of hair hanging about my face and glued to my lips. With one final gasp I heave myself up, the bed springs squeaking obnoxiously as I lurch about on the cheap mattress.
My vision swims in the dim light of the room for a moment, the mixture of the poorly lit space and the thick sleep gunk making it hard to make anything out. Clothes litter the dark hardwood floor, each of the dirty items simply cast off and left abandoned after being worn. Plainly colored t-shirts and various sets of jeans seem to make up the lions share of the mess, the sight of a pale green gingham dress with short white sleeves soon standing out in the sea of clothing.
The pale mustard yellow plaster walls aren't adorned with much at all, a simple window sitting to the right of the bed being all that really stands out with its deep black curtains. The older style room lacks any built-in features, instead an old wardrobe and dresser sit to my left lining the wall and siting up against the door frame.
Across from me sits a small desk in the right hand corner, a series of books and open notepads siting scattered around a small laptop resting on its charger. To the left lays an oval mirror, my heart sinking as I lock eyes with the reflection staring back at me.
Beneath me appears to be a nicely sized queen bed on a cheap metal frame, a set of cheap pale blue flannel sheets covering both myself and the mattress. The larger blankets lay at the foot of the bed itself, having been kicked off over the course of the long and sweaty night.
My jaw drops and a shiver rips through my body, my breath easing out in a whimper as I watch the young woman in the reflection do the same.
The young brunette stares back from the mirror with her mouth agape and blue eyes wide, the terrified thing appearing just shy of entering her twenties. A messy mop of light brown hair hangs around her face, the poorly cut and uneven ends making it seem as though she had tried to cut her fringe and ear length bob herself with limited success. My heart freezes in my chest as I stare into her eyes, my own eyes looking back at me from inside this unknown young woman's skull.
Boyish is how one could describe her, with a slightly stronger jawline and more pronounced nose. Dark bags rest beneath her eyes and a light dusting of freckles dotting her cheeks, the familiar features especially from my school days filled with late nights clinging to her youthful face.
As I kick away the blankets I lit out a gasp, fighting back a scream as I reveal my pale bare legs. A dainty hand flies to my mouth, the delicate and bony fingers of the reflected woman matching my motion as both our right arms squish accidentally into our modest busts.
The reflected woman is tall, especially for a woman, easily standing at about five foot eight or nine when she isn't sprawled out on the bed. Lanky would best describe her build, slender and without much muscle or fat to pad out her ling frame. A plain black shirt covers her torso, a modest bust being outlined beneath the soft cotton as a set of thick nipples stand at attention in the brisk morning air. Her flat crotch is covered with a set of thin black panties, the back half being partially consumed between her tight pert ass cheeks
"What... the..." I wheeze, my hand darting down to my throat as my words once again eeks out in a light yet hoarse tone. The voice was undoubtedly that of a young woman, soft and high pitched, yet with the deeper masculine undertones leaving it eerily similar to the one I had been using only what seemed a few minutes ago.
"This..." I blurt out, glancing down at my body beneath me as my eyes become glued to the sight of the soft mounds resting on my chest beneath the black shirt. Shifting in my seat I slowly spread my legs, the faint hairs on my legs brushing over the flannel sheets as I try to get a better look at my body.
My stomach sinks as I spy my bony yet rather plain hips, the fairly narrow pelvis leaving me with a rectangular build.
"It's... It's gone..." I squeak with a long pained wheeze, my hand shuddering as I try to work up the courage to reach down towards the flat section of clingy cotton between my legs. In a rush the memories all start to flood back, between finding the Master PC program and finding the fighting women in my apartment.
"Those... They..." I blubber erratically, my heart rate spiking as I feel it practically lodge in my throat. My hands shift to the sheets beneath me, my knuckles turning white as I grip the sheets with as much intensity as I can muster. My mind races as I continue to simply stare down at my lanky pale limbs and bobbing bust, the subtle teardrops shifting with each gasping breath.
"I... I need to..." I begin to blurt out, only to clam up as I hear the doorknob jostle and shake.
With a short squeak I pull up the blanket as the door swings open, my frightened gaze falling on...
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