But then he realized that this was his bed. Zoe's bedroom was his bedroom. Why would he think anything else?
He sat up, feeling a weight shift on his chest. They were his breasts, obviously.
Wait a minute. Obviously?
Jon was feeling really strange. He felt between his legs and felt the penis that was there. He sighed a breath of relief, but then his eyes went wide. Why did he have a penis? Then he shook his head. Why wouldn't he have one? If he was going to freak out about something, he should do it about the breasts instead. Guys didn't have them. But was he a guy? He thought he was a girl.
Jon shook his head again and got out of bed. Why was he feeling so confused?
He walked to the mirror and saw his reflection. The person he saw was neither himself nor Zoe. It was almost like a mix of them. Even their clothes were mixed together. He was wearing a black version of what he wore to bed the previous night.
The previous night - that sparked a memory. He made that vague wish for something interesting to happen. Maybe this was it.
He looked around the room and suddenly realized that this wasn't Zoe's bedroom. It was still kind of gothic, but also not. It almost seemed like Jon's bedroom had merged with Zoe's bedroom.
His eyes went wide. That's what happened. Jon and Zoe had merged. Everything about them had merged. Their bedrooms, their clothes, their bodies ... even their minds. That's why Jon was feeling so confused. It was because he wasn't Jon anymore. Not really. He was both Jon and Zoe.
He looked back at himself in the mirror, feeling the two parts of his mind coming together at last. "This is so fucked up."
