Melissa stared out the window...it seemed too unreal. A little while ago, she was a normal teenage boy, now she was a female movie star in a crumbling reality and somehow she knew she'd be the center of that crumble.
Somehow in the next instant she was on her back with a naked stranger on top of her, thrusting into her. Apparently, she was getting fucked. A mirror above the bed...'mirror above the bed?' thought Melissa, 'sick fuck.'...she could see her face...it was the same face she just had, but older...maybe around 40...after a quick orgasm (by her much younger partner), she found herself back in the car...
"What was that?" she asked.
"Time shift." Robbie answered. "Be glad it was quick. Next time, it could be permanant."
