It was a normal day. I had breakfast, played some video games, rode my bike, had lunch, watched TV, had
dinner, and went to sleep. But when I woke up, I felt... strange.
When I woke up it was still dark out, which felt weird to me since I never get up earlier than 9:45 A.M unless
it's a school day or a funeral. I rubbed the yucky stuff out of my eyes and wondered what time it was. My TV
and my digital clock are right across from my bed, so I didn't have to do more than lift my head little to see
the time. It was 6:00 A.M flat.
"Holy shit" I said, suddenly panicking at the sound of my voice. It wasn't mine.
Let me back up and introduce myself. The name's Grewe. Adrian Grewe. I'm a sixteen year old hotshot. Actually,
I'm just a normal kid, maybe a little above average in the looks department. I got good grades in school, I
was popular enough with the other students, I had a gorgeous looking Gal Friday named Leona hanging off my
arm, and my family and I got along great. I was heading to a good college after high school ended, and I was
talented enough to be able to do mostly anything I wanted within my families price range. All in all, I was
happy. I didn't have any problems. Sure, I wasn't perfect(who was?), but I'm not the type of person who
usually gets into these types of scenarios. You know what I'm talking about. The kinds you people read all the
time but are afraid to tell your friends about lest think they think you're some kind of pervert.
Transformation stories, where people turn into all sorts of things pleasant and unpleasant. I'm aware that
this stuff usually happens to those who either want or deserve it, so nobody was more surprised than myself
when I found out what happened to me.
Back to the main story. Getting out of bed and turning on the light, I was shocked to discover that I wasn't
where I was when I fell asleep. This wasn't my room. This wasn't my body.There was a full length mirror right
next to the TV, and when I looked into it, I saw this woman staring back at me.
She looked to be about 22-23, maybe 5'6 and 105lbs, had dark red hair that went a little past her shoulder
blades, olive color eyes accentuated by rich eyelashes done up in tasteful mascara, pink lips, a lithe, well
toned body with nice sized breasts, and pale skin. She was wearing a grey undershirt that looked like a
woman's cut, some red nail polish, a salmon colored bra, and that's it. I've never met this beautiful woman in
my life, but there she was staring right back at me. I blinked, and she blinked. I hopped, and so did she. I
waved, and her daintier hand and thin, well toned arm waved at me within the mirror's surface. I couldn't
believe it. Just then, somebody walked into this strange room, this strange...world.