Jennifer woke up with a groan, she didn't know what time it was, the sun blinking through the blinds. The smell of alcohol had strangely seemed to disappear. Jennifer heaved up, her stomach continuing to hamper her movement. Jennifer moaned, this must have been what they called a hangover, her brain was on fire and also tired at the same time. She shuffled to the bathroom, with a yawn she looked in the mirror. Jennifer blinked several times, her brain still not connecting the scene.
Her face had changed drastically, her nose was much more flatter, her eyes smaller and more of an almond shape, her chin even tinier. "Wat dis?" Jennifer stuck out her tongue, she must have still been drunk, she talked so slovenly. That had to be it. Jennifer shook her head, a sinister feeling of dread etching up her mind, it wasn't possible could it? Jennifer looked at her face again, it was a textbook case of fetal alcohol syndrome that she'd learned in school. Figures, if she was willing to drink while pregnant it had to have started somewhere. Jennifer grabbed her head in pain, it really wasn't a good day to be dealing with this curse, the hangover proved too much of a kneecap.
Jennifer stumbled out of the bathroom, the sounds of her feet kicking a can making her look around. There were cans sprinkled around the whole house, but the smell wasn't that bad? Jennifer picked up a can and gave it a sniff. Nearly nothing. Jennifer was noseblind to the smell of it now. Jennifer flipped the can upside down and hanged out her tongue as a single drop dripped down. It tasted like water, as in, it barely registered as a taste, she was all too used to drinking now. Jennifer pinced her brow, how old was she anyways? Did she change from last night? Her head felt like it would split open from pressure as she stumbled back to the living room.
The house had changed considerably, it must have just been a single wide, making the navigation very straight forward. Jennifer looked at Sylvia, who was still passed out on the couch, she only had a white stained tank top on, her unshaved jungle on full display as her legs were parted, one hanging off the edge of the couch, her legs so short her foot couldn't even reach the ground. Jennifer groaned, she just needed to sleep this off, falling to her knees. Laying near the couch she closed her eyes, trying to outlast her headache.