Unable to think of anything else, Marissa tried to slap herself awake multiple times to no avail. Neither did throwing water on her face. Whatever had happened to her was real, and the person she was looking at in the mirror was her, no matter how little she recognized the figure staring back.
"This doesn't....I don't....what happened to me?" she cried. Marissa turned on all the lights in the room, and started looking frantically for clues. She was apparently in a hotel room, a fancy one at that. On a table, Marissa saw a stack of magazines. As she went through them, they all had one thing in common; they were fashion magazines and they all had her on the cover. Apparently, she had become a super model. Of note to her was the date on the one at the top: May 2033. 2033! If that were the case, Marissa would be.....28 years old?
Panicking even more, Marissa noticed a cell phone on her bed and picked it up. Looking through her contacts, she noticed the word "Mom", she immediately dialed.
"Mom??!?? It's me, something's wrong." she said desperately.
A woman's voice, very familiar but also quite a bit older, responded back. "What? What happened? Did you take your medicine this morning?"
"My what?"
"Marissa, I don't want to fight you on this, but you have to take your anxiety meds. You pushed to do the show this weekend, and I'm scared if you go off your meds again."
"I...uh...okay Mom. I need to go, I'll talk to you soon."
Marissa went back into the bathroom, unsure of what else to do. She stared at herself again, desperately trying to feel normal. Wearing nothing but a tank top and panties, Marissa started to feel something....horny? To be fair, she looked really, really good. Sticking her hands down her panties, Marissa started touching herself. Moving her hands up and down, Marissa started going to work. Slowly at first, Marissa kept going as she felt herself getting amped up, Marissa started going harder. Sweat started dripping over her entire body. Marissa kept going for what seemed like hours until she moaned as loudly as possible and dropped to the floor. Sitting on the bathroom floor and her fingers drenched in cum, Marissa smiled. For a minute that is, until reality slapped her face. Her life had just changed forever.
Besides her mom, only one person could help her make sense of this, her best friend Samantha. Dialing her friend's number, it went to voicemail. Marissa, at her wits end, left a voice mail.
"Sam, it's me. Something happened to me...I think someone did something to me. I'm scared, and confused, and don't know what the hell to do. Please call me back ASAP"