Sarah groaned, slowly coming too. Something was off, her chest felt lighter and there felt like there was something odd between her legs. Also, she couldn't feel Biff next to her, but she shrugged that off thinking he'd just got up.
Smiling, she sat up and stretched, then froze. The room around her wasn't right. It wasn't Biff's, but there was something familiar to it. It took a few seconds for her to place it. She had weekly study sessions with that dweeb Jon Gibson, and they often studied at his place, and this was it! Why was she here? How was she here?
She clambered out of bed, getting tangled in the sheets and fell hard on her face.
"Fuck," she swore, freezing at the sound of her voice. It sounded weird...wrong in fact.
"Jon you okay?" came a women's voice from down the hall. Was that Jon's mom? She wondered.
"Jon?" came the voice again, followed by footsteps.
Sarah looked down at her now flat chest and screamed.
