"Where the hell am I?" Alex muttered, still waking up slowly.
"Oh good, you're up!" A voice rang from outside the room he was now in.
The door opened quickly, and in walked in a late 20's something man, probably 28 or 29. He was Asian, with short black hair, and glasses on the edge of his nose. He was decently tall at close to 6 foot roughly, and was dressed only in a tank top and blue boxer shorts. He was holding a tray, and although he couldn't see what was on it, Alex could smell something delicious.
"Hey baby, my god you were out all night! It's nearly 10 now!" The man laughed as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Alex wanted to move away, but something about the man's presence was comforting, like he could trust him.
"I got you your favorite, a Belgium Waffle with scrambled eggs and bacon." He added, passing Alex the plate.
Alex wanted to protest, or ask what was going on but he was STARVED. He took the tray in a snap and began to shovel scrambled eggs into his mouth with a fork the man brought.
"Woah baby, slow down!" He laughed. "I've never seen you eat so much, you usually take little itty bites all the time."
"I do?" Alex asked, still with a mouth full.
"Well usually, though you do tend to open wide for something else." He smirked, moving his hand near his though. Alex glanced at this and noticed an erection was forming in his pants as a bulge grew larger.
"U-um." Alex stuttered, quickly swallowing his food. He had to figure out where he was and who this was before trying any other changes to the world. "He-y.... you, do you mind bringing me my phone? I don't know where I left it when I passed out."
"Sure thing baby." He replied happily before leaving the bedroom.
"Damn, I gotta be really careful." Alex thought, while starting to eat his waffle. "I just made a little white lie before and the next thing I knew I was passing out. And even when I meant to change something I screwed it up and wound up not changing much of anything at all.... if I'm gonna fix things, I gotta be slow and careful."
That's when the man walked in, handing Alex the phone.
"You need anything else baby?" He asked.
"Oh, um... don't worry about it." Alex said, careful to avoid making any direct statements. "I just gotta check stuff out right now... do you mind if I join you in a bit?" He asked.
"Not at all, feel better baby." He replied before walking out the room once more. Alex could tell on his face that he was worried about something, probably thinking about "Alexa's" weird behavior.
"Well, better not worry him anymore by being me again." He thought as he opened his phone.
Scrolling through his... or rather "Alexa's" camera roll and instagram it wasn't hard to figure out who this guy was, as he was in a LOT of them, usually beside the thick Irish woman Alex and become. From what he could gather, the guy's name was Ben, he was 29 years old, and was clearly in a relationship with Alex's new life.
Alex cringed upon finding one photo. It showed his new form, eyeliner running down her face from tears, smiling and holding her hand up to the camera. On her left finger was a nice looking diamond ring, with the caption saying "I said yes!" Followed by an unreasonable amount of emojis.
"Ugh, great, I have a fiancé named Ben." He thought with a sigh.
As fi to check if he wasn't dreaming, he lifted up his dainty left hand to find the nice looking ring. Then he held up his right hand where the other more problematic ring rested.
"Ugh, I am SO sick of rings." He thought frustrated.
"Ok, I'm a 28 year old white woman with a fiancé named Ben, I'm in what looks like an apartment, and most importantly I still have a ring on my finger which can apparently alter reality just by saying things.... why is everything so complicated right now." He thought with a sigh before rubbing his face with his hands.
"Ok, I cannot keep stalling. If I'm ever going to be myself again, I have got to start trying to change myself back. My best bet will be to start with aspects of my life rather than everything at once." He reasoned.
That's when...