Morning...MORNING!?

I sit up and shake the haze out of my head, but some of it is too persistent to be shaken out. With a groan, I stand up and go into the bathroom. The vague notion of my junk looking bigger almost gets into my conscious mind, but not quite. All I get is '...huh? this is..uh...'. Somewhere between the bathroom and the living room, which is empty as my parents are working overseas for the semester and my sister is...somewhere..., I notice things look slightly askew. Everything is where its supposed to be and nothing about any of it has changed, but it seems off somehow. Smaller, maybe. I scratch myself in various places, some longer than others, and ask myself out loud what happened.

But what I heard wasn't my voice.

I rushed back into the bathroom to examine my ears, but they turned out be fine. Except of course that they were now on the head of a man maybe five years older than me! Splashing my face seven times didn't change my reflection more than it getting a little wetter and drippier each time. I was still older-looking than I was yesterday.

"AAAAAAAAA!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!!!? I gotta call an ambulance or someth-wait! This is way too weird. They couldn't help me. They might even try to experiment on me! But I can't just accept this! What do I do!?" I stepped out onto the porch to think, without thinking, and came up with nothing. But then, something happened that made me think maybe I didn't have to.