Lisa lands in the past

Lisa can feel her own heartbeat. She's looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her heartbeat slows and she blinks. She's looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, but it's different. She feels a strange sense of deja vu. Suddenly it's her mirror from ten years ago, and she's naked, and she can hear her own voice coming from a different room. She peeks out the bathroom door and sees her younger self on the phone.

"Fuck you, Jake!" she hears herself scream into the phone. "You can't tell me what to do. If I want to party on a school night, I will fucking party on a school night. Consider your loser ass dumped."

Lisa feels secondhand embarrassment for her younger self. She really fucked her life sideways when she was younger. Jake wasn't so bad. She didn't know what she had.

Her younger self is fucking hot, but it's scant consolation to Lisa. Her younger self is also fucking stupid. Fishnets and fuck me eyeshadow don't balance out the cringe. She sees her younger self put on some lip gloss and involuntarily licks her lips. She can remember what that lip gloss tastes like. She wonders what it would be like to lick it off her not quite twin's lips. A strange yet sexy thought.

Younger Lisa walks out the door dressed in the world's shortest skirt, a belt holding nothing up, and a plaid croptop. She remembers that night. She was going clubbing.

Lisa glances in the mirror and sees herself naked. There are letters in steam on the mirror: UNFUCK YOUR LIFE TO RETURN HOME. She blinks and it's just herself naked again. She's going to have to follow younger Lisa. Can she still fit in the same clothes?