A young man wakes up after a night of drinking, but his one night stand is not as temporary as (s)he thinks it is.
**Warning**, contains non-consensual scenes.
#Coupled
I awoke to a ringing inside my head, and blurred senses. Like any other friday night I had gone out on the town with my friends, and like any other saturday I was now feeling the repercussions. I groaned and blinked awake, expecting to see the clock at my bedside but instead was greeted by a blast of perfume and wavy blond locks. “Whatever happened last night, it was worth it” I thought. Hoping breakfast would keep her around long enough to get her number, I decided to fight the hangover, rise from bed, and start cooking.
Sitting up, my torso stiff and my chest heaving for air, my peripheral caught an odd glimpse as the covers slipped away. Swathed in maroon knit were two globes where my pecs should’ve been. Looking down at this foreign voluptuous chest, feeling the soft maroon turtleneck against my chin, a cascade of straight brunette fell past my cheeks and groped the sides of my chest. Panicking, I kicked my legs out from the covers, my black sheer stockings slid easily across the bed, my pleated skirt swished across my lap, and I heard my patent heels clack on the floor.