Be the other guy

Looking around the floor, you swear you didn’t bring a dude home last night. There is a pair of black boxers, some gray ankle socks, and a blue T-shirt thrown all across the floor. On the other hand, maybe you just forgot; after all, a guy like this seems pretty generic.

Stranger still, there is absolutely no sign of any of your clothes. You're not hugely messy, but before you sleep you’d often throw your clothes around to be picked up in the morning. Guess you’ll have to get some new underwear for the new week.

You open up the drawer, only to be even more shocked. Inside, instead of all your different colors of panties, is a drab selection of boxers and briefs. Is it possible you have woken up in a guy's room that just so happens to look exactly... like yours?

As you look around, you see some changes than your usual sleeping arrangement. On the walls, there are multiple posters, but not of epic athletes or hot men, but of action flicks and busty women. Some in their bikinis, with cleavage for miles. Before you know it, your cock twitches. Damn! You can’t be getting morning wood looking at this straight stuff!

That isn’t the only gay thing missing about this room however. The curtains, what used to be a shade of rose, is now a deep black, as if the room's owner was allergic to sunlight. Your PC no longer hid in the drawer under the makeup palette, but was instead standing as a towering tangle of wires and auxiliaries in its place. Yep, definitely not your room.

Except it is. The shape of the room, the bed. It’s all too similar. Very strange....

You open the wardrobe to see if you can at least get some feminine clothes to walk out in.