The room was pitch black, but Jessica recognized the smell, this was Owen's bedroom. How did she get here? She thought back to earlier that night.
Her and Owen had gone out on a date to a nice restaurant. They'd had a little too much to drink so they decided to walk it off in a nearby park. And then... what? She couldn't remember. Sure she'd gotten a little drunk, but not blackout drunk, so why couldn't she remember coming to Owen's place? She needed to splash some water on her face to shake off this weird fog her head was in.
She stood up and her head spun.
'Woah, maybe I'm still a little drunk.'
She stumbled down the hall through the dark, but something didn't feel right, it felt sort of like when you wore clothes that weren't your size, uncomfortable. She reached the bathroom, flicked the lights on, and let out a scream. A deep, gravely scream.
Staring back at her from the behind the mirror's glass was her boyfriend, Owen. His short, kinky hair, his deep, brown eyes, broad nose, his full lips. His face wore Jessica's fear and shock. She looked down and sure enough, there were Owen's meaty pecs, hard abs, and hanging limply between his thick legs, a dick. A dark, human, male penis hung in between Jessica's legs.
She felt her knees go weak and leaned herself agaisnt the sink as to not collapse on the floor. She looked back up at the mirror and noticed something odd, a thin, very faint scar ran along Owen's forhead, just below his hairline.
It all came back to her, the bright flash of light, the UFO, the aliens. She collapsed sobbing onto the floor, bringing her legs in and hugging them tightly. The sound of her boyfriend's voice crying and wailing was incredibly disconcerting. She eventually tired herself out, and with a few shaky breaths, she stood back up.
She needed to find Owen.
Jesica lumbered back to the bedroom. Being about a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier made her feel like a giant. She turned the lights on, and her heart dropped. The bed was empty. She didn't think she'd been expecting anything, but knowing for sure that she was alone here made her feel scared and helpless.
She looked on the nightstand and found Owen's phone. She fumbled at first, it felt so small in her large, calloused hands, but eventually managed to unlocked it. Jessica looked for herself in his contacts, found her number, and dialed it.
The phone rang, and rang, and rang. Outside, Jessica could see the sky turning light and grey.
Someone picked up, and Jessica's heart stopped.