'This is crazy!' you think, slowly realizing you are lying on the carpet, and tasting lint in your mouth. 'I didn't even finish one glass! Damn! When was the last time I vacuumed?'
You keep your eyes closed, and draw in a deep breath, holding it will waiting for the room to settle down. Finally, it seems to stop swaying and spinning as much, and, keeping your eyes closed, you push yourself up, planning to go to the sink and get some water.
Only, to your surprise, you push too hard, and start to fall over backward. Then, moving faster than you thought possible, you catch yourself.
'O-Kay! That was weird!' you think, opening your eyes. The room seems sharper and clearer than you ever remember. Hell, you've ALWAYS been nearsighted! Even the LASIK you got a few years back didn't seem to clear it all the way up. Sure, you didn't have to wear glasses, but your vision was fuzzy that it had been WITH glasses, and now you had to use eye drops all the time to get your eyes from drying out! But now your eyes seemed fine... Better than fine, in fact.
And, come to think of it, you really don't feel hung over. More tired than anything else.
Carefully standing up, you look around. The room is different. It is still your apartment, but the stuff seems different.
A mountain bike is hanging on one wall, along with a road bike, and another one which, when you look closely at it, is a fixed gear one-- or whatever they are called when the pedals don't let you coast. All three are very expensive looking, and well used. And there is a stand for working on bicycles nearby, along with an assortment of tools.
Turning, you find you still have the same computer desk as before, but your desktop has been replaced by a newer laptop. The bookcase next to it is a new addition, and it contains a selection of books and magazines about bicycles and bicycling-- along with some college textbooks. Freshmen level texts, if your guess is correct.
Turning again, you see your couch has been replaced by a futon, and you have a pretty modern, large screen television. You momentarily wonder if it is plasma or LCD, then notice you are now the proud owner of a pretty good gaming system, including, it would seem, ROCK BAND or GUITAR HERO, to judge by the "guitar" lying in front of the television.
You turn to see what else might be new, then stop. There's something funny about your shoes. Looking down, you quickly discover you are wearing cycling shoes-- with inflexible soles. Raising your eyes a bit further, you realize your legs are smooth and hairless. Tanned and well muscled, but hairless.
Oh, yeah. Cyclists, the ones really into cycling, shave their legs. And now yours seem to be shaved. And you are wearing skin tight shorts and jersey. Looking back at where you awoke, you see a helmet lying on the floor.
Quickly, you hurry into the bathroom, and look into the mirror over the skin.
A kid with a well tanned face stares back at you. No, not a kid-- a young man of about 18. Kind of on the skinny side, but athletic. No spare mass-- all muscle, bone, internal organs. No fat, but no excessive muscle either. A guy who tries to keep his weight down so he can compete better.
But, even with those changes, it still isn't YOU at 18! This guy has hair bleached a golden blond by the sun-- maybe it would be brown if he stayed indoors more often. His eyes are sort of a green, maybe hazel-- changing color depending upon lighting and surroundings.
Pulling off his shirt, you discover very little body hair. No trail leading from his crotch onto his stomach, no chest hair, either.
You head to the living room again, intending to examine the bottle for any clues. Only to discover the bottle is gone.