It is, but you're one of them.

You don't really believe in the supernatural, but hey, you miss every shot you don't take, right?

After dinner, you decide to spend the rest of the night playing video games. But in bed, you do still take the time to scroll through a few of your favorite women whom you follow on an image sharing app. At some point, sleep takes you.

You're enjoying your dreams that night, spending some very nice time with the beautifully curvy girlfriend you don't have.

All too soon, you awake to the annoying sound of your alarm clock. "Mmh-Five more minutes," you mumble to yourself as you emphatically hit the snooze button. Wait, whose voice was that? You shoot up and look around, your vision obstructed by long strands of blond hair that come to rest on your face. You push them aside with your hand, somehow misjudging distances and slightly poking yourself in the eye with a nail that seems much longer than it was yesterday. And it's pink! With some white at the tip, one might add, but you're not paying that much attention. "What's going on," you ask out loud, and that's when it dawns on you that the voice you heard was not a stranger's. It was yours, strange as it nonetheless may be. This is also when you realize that there is a weight on your torso you're not used to. You look down, inviting those strands of hair to fall before your eyes again - you're going to have to get used to that - and see two decently sized bulges you've never seen before. Hesitantly, you move your hands to touch them... and the feedback is immediate. Yes, they're breasts, and yes, they're on your body. You're feeling yourself getting light-headed from all these revelations and decide it's best to lay back down for a minute or two and act as if none of this is true.

It's probably been closer to 4 minutes, because your alarm is going off again. You're wide awake anyway, so you turn it off for good this time. Realizing that you can't deny reality forever (and that you can't really afford to be late for your classes again), you decide to stare it straight in the face in your bathroom mirror. You're conflicted about the person staring back at you. She's basically the girl of your dreams. No, literally, you were with her just a few minutes ago. But now, you're not *with* her. You're *her*.