Biff Meadows woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. It had a smell that was unfamiliar. The blanket was a forest green, and there were little hand-made crochet dolls sitting on the nightstand. A softer hand than he was used to brushed hair away from his eyes that was longer than he was used to.
As Biff's head cleared from its freshly-woken daze, a name popped into his head.
"Jon Gibson," he said with derision in a voice he didn't recognize. "That son of a bitch, what the hell did he do to me?"
Biff threw off his blanket, revealing a pair of long, shapely legs that came up to a pair of sleep shorts and a K-pop T-shirt that was very slightly straining at the pressure of a large pair of breasts.
"Fuck, who am I?" Biff swung his legs off the side of the bed and made his way to a mirror that was hanging on the closet door. "Karyn? Why am I Karyn?"
Conflicting thoughts clashed in Biff's head, or at least in Karyn's head with Biff's thoughts, as he struggled to make sense of what he was seeing.
You don't just wake up in someone else's body one day, right? But Jon, he had a-- the thought escaped Biff just before it could form. Jon had something. This was his fault. Somehow.
With a huff, Biff swung open the door to Karyn's closet and began pulling out clothes: a comfortable pair of jeans, a plain T-shirt, and a green pullover that seemed to call out to him in a way he wasn't quite willing to acknowledge.
