This guy was white, black hair, blue eyes, hairy body, beard, 5'2, with acne and a rotund gut. He was freaking out.
"No, no, no! This isn't real! This can't be real!" he frantically says.
Suddenly, your body begins running, going into the girls room.
From the outside, a person would see a 6'4 woman with DD breasts nearly tearing through your shirt with a pair of the guy's shorts straining against her bountiful booty as her long legs shifted around, her pale (your skin color) skin shone in the light, her one blue eye and one (your eye color) eye both expressed concern as she ran her hands across her face.
"No! It's fake! A nightmare! A bad dream! It isn't real, It isn't real!" she wails out.
She squeezes her boobs and becomes aroused. It was real... this was real...
The guy falls to the floor, translating to the lady fainting.
"Who are you?" you ask.
Suddenly, the chain off essence roars alive as you see eachother's memories.
The guy was Colin, a college student and gamer of age 20. He loved videogames obviously, one series in particular being Metroid, because he enjoyed the genre and Samus Aran was his idea of the perfect girl.
He had a nightmare months prior of being caught up in a bimbo apocalypse which ended with his death by being trapped in a sewer and drowning in vomit. He had been to therapy over it, his friends poked fun at it (why he was at the shop because his friends sent him over). He was devoted, hard working, but capable of having fun. Prone to getting anxiety stricken easily and easily frustrated.
You stare at eachother for a brief moment as your fusion stirs awake.
"Miss are you alright?" a guy asks.
You two look out through her eyes as..