Mix John and Helena together

Your memories… there’s something strange about them. You reach out to them, trying to sort though them, but things don’t seem to add up as you remember.

Your 18th birthday. You remember the party being a big celebration… but you can’t seem to remember any of it. What you do remember, though, is sticking something up your asspussy… what? A new toy, you played with it all night when you became an adult, your hard gock splishy-splashing all night long.

Your first job. Cashier at a local convenience store. You could’ve sworn you quit to go to college… but you also remember getting fired for eating too many bags of chips for free.

Shopping for your new college clothes. A fresh start, time to reinvent yourself. Unfortunately, you ended up tearing the first couple bras you tried.

Meeting your roommate, Danny… no, Marie, right? Why can’t you remember which one of them was your roommate? You remember your first meeting… they made fun of your weight, then started playing with your girlcock and belly, calling you piggie. No, you went out for burgers? Burgers? Isn’t your roommate a vegan???

And that haunted brothel you stayed at… wasn’t there something else there? The name Queeny comes up in your mind a few times… but maybe that’s just because you’re used to stroking it to her stuff. Gahhh! None of this makes sense.

Opening your eyes, you take a look down at your naked body. Long purple hair with brown tips? Check. J-cup breasts? Err, actually they look a bit bigger than that. 9 inch cock? No, you think it’s bigger than that. Your balls feel heavier too. Have you been overeating again too? You feel fatter, and both your belly and ass agree with you. Ass… you could go for playing with your prostate for a bit—wait a second!

Where are you anyways? Whose bedroom is this, John or Helena’s???