"AND LIVE WHILE WE'RE YOUNG!!!"
The blaring pop music shocked Steve out of his dream, and he groggily rolled over and slapped the alarm to silence it. Had Kate changed the station? He usually woke up to NPR. He wanted to open his eyes and check the time, but just couldn't bring himself to move - he still felt really tired. Maybe ten more minutes would be fine. Something felt off - but it was hard to focus on much of anything as he was drifting back to sleep.......
"TROUBLE, TROUBLE, TROUBLE"
Was that Taylor Swift? Ugh. Steve rolled over and stretched, switched off the alarm, and sat up with a yawn. The bed seemed empty... Kate must already be up. He was about to call to her, but instead climbed out of bed and trudged to the attached bathroom. The room was dark, but something seemed off. Wasn't the bathroom the other way? Why was he walking to the other side of the room? It was like he was on autopilot.
He just kept walking, and was sure he was about to run into a wall or the dresser and something - but the soft carpet underfoot gave way to cold hard tile. He felt along the wall and found the light switch. His eyes fluttered as the bulbs flicked on and he got a good look at himself in the mirror - wearing nothing but a pair of hot pink panties. He looked ridiculous.
What the fuck?!?
That's what he wanted to say. But the words didn't come out. Instead he made a pouty face, put his hands on his hips and cocked them to the side. He wanted to turn around, take the panties off and put on a pair of his regular briefs. Instead he brought his hands to his pecs - cupping them as though they were breasts, and giggled softly.
Giggled? What the hell!?
He tried to scream, shout, do anything. But he couldn't control his own movements. He slowly began to realize he hadn't been in control since he woke up - it was like his body had a mind other than his own. He reached for the toothbrush and toothpaste, and began to brush as he stared himself up and down with an admiring gaze - a gaze which defied his screaming brain. And it was then that it dawned on him... this wasn't even his own bathroom. Or his bedroom. Was this even his house??
