Jennifer woke up thinking that the pizza had to be cold by now. She gave out a typical arm stretching yawn as she felt groggier than usual and looked that her room looked way nicer than it had looked before.
It felt spacious without the trash and clothes all over the floors. There was a phone charger hooked up in corner of the wall and piled of colorful clothes dumped next to her bed. On the ceiling where was the same lightbulb attached it. Lastly the floor looked. Damaged. Dark dried up water damaged parts filled the floor and formed a unorganized mess. Her room smelled like a unwashed men's public urinal. It seemed it had become a bad habit for Jennifer to mark her room like a dog. Even the mattress and the wall next to her mattress had taken some damage as it hadn't been washed for a long time. There was also another smell that she wasn't quite to pin down but couldn't picked it up as her nose had grown used to the smell.
"It's still better than living on the street I guess?" Jennifer noted as she gave a worried smile as the room looked almost the same before she closed her eyes. "Thanks mom..."
As she looked down her eyes noticed her bloated muffin top stomach and the two bouncing breasts that followed her movement. It was like two bike helmets and a big heavily used pillow were glued to her body. The nipples pierced with nail thick rings as they looked like old door knockers from century ago. All of the jiggling in motion as she moved.
Jennifer run towards the half-broken mirror that was standing in her room and couldn't believe what she saw reflected on her face.
It was her.
She had grown 18-years-old but looked way different than she had imagined. Make-up melting on her face, black lipstick still on her lips, crusty white bits tangling from her hair, a lip piercing she didn't even notice at first and ear filled with assortment of different lenght piercings from her lobe to her helix. Last piercing being the black small rock sized dot piercing sticking like a pebble in her tongue as she sticked her tongue out.
Jennifer's messy hair had grown longer and was reaching on her lower back but it was stylized as she had an artificially black colored side cut with mix of a scene hairstyle. The buzz cut part of her hair was already growing new a bit longer hair as Jennifer touched it with her fingers.
Jennifer's neck was filled with red and brownish spots and between her chest and neck was a japanese animation styled skull tattoo with hearts. The Hearts had two weird blocks that acted as words in them which Jennifer couldn't read but was sure that the writing was asian.
Her breasts looked all-natural as they sagged in front of Jennifer but it was certain that the volume had been tampered artificially as she touched them. The texture and feel was realistic as only give away being the size she had.
Jennifer's arms pits were bushy and smelled like the most cheapest spray deodorant you can ever buy. Next hairy part was Jennifer private parts and as she had to go sit down on the floor to inspect. She felt something solid meeting with her finger.
It was yet another piercing. No. Four of them in a row and another pair of four in other side.
She had to see what she looked like as the breasts and belly blocked her direct view. After a long mental debate with herself. Jennifer lied on the floor in front of the mirror on her back. It looked weird as she posed herself in front of the mirror watching her own darkened vagina in full display. Somehow she had gotten one of those weird tattoos on her lower abdomen. Like the ones you only see in japanese cartoons worn by succubi. It looked weird as it as the black and gray tribal swirls and lines covered the pink and red heart.
Only her legs and thighs looked somewhat normal as they were well kept and clean. Toe nails only having a light black color on them. Only thing draining her confidence away was the chubby near 200 lbs belly.
"If I look like this. I can't imagine what my mom looks like." Jennifer flinched at her own image. She lost her balance as she tried to stand up and accidentally hit something with her left arm. The thing slided towards the door.
It was a smart phone.
Jennifer crawled next to it and picked it up.
Jennifer was getting worried thinking what had happened to her. Previously she had leaped a year forward or backward. This morning she was back at her 18-year-old body. She quickly calculated that it was over a thousand or maybe even two thousand day skip. This phone was the only thing that must have had all the records she had done over the years.
The screen was broken but it worked. It had a four number lock as turned open. Jennifer looked at it, wondered what the password could be, but with a long sigh she tried the default password hoping that it wouldn't be it. Sadly her hopes were crushed as it worked.
In first screen alone there were a lot of unread messages and missed calls. There were a lot of applications intalled on the phone and a picture gallery.
"That must be it!" Jennifer gasped.
Jennifer was getting curious and wanted to see the recent pictures what she had taken first before touching anything else on her phone. As her finger was near to press the gallery open the phone begun to vibrate in her hand. Someone was calling her from anonymous number. She had a choice to make.