As he opened them, he saw a room that was at first foreign. The bright colors of the room that once belonged to the young Cheryl had changed to dirty shades of white, black, browns, and grays. The mirror Cheryl, now Charles, was looking at was now dirty with a layer of dust and grime. Behind and around the short fat slob was bags and wrappers from various fast food establishments and dirty clothes. Both smells mixing and filled the room, which were very similar to the smells Charles now exuded from his body. His dresser now old, and worn with sticky resin from soda spilled on it held within more dirty clothes that were squished inside. His bed has what was once white sheets covered in stains from sweat, grease, condiments, and other food, and bodily stains. On his walls were posters from various video games and movies. From Final Fantasy, and Mario, to Star Wars, and Batman. In front of his bed mounted to the wall was a tv with a full entertainment set up.
The shock Charles felt almost instantly dissipated as his new memories came into play. Charles was now remembering his childhood of junk food, video games, and social isolation. He was now a college shut in who spent his day eating, playing video games, and watching movies. Alongside...