First, a snack.

Your stomach starts grumbling and it occurs to you that you never looked for any food. Checking the fridge yields a bounty of fruit, carrots, all sorts of cans of soda, and a jar of grape jelly. Checking the drawers yields you a spoon you are pretty sure wasn’t there when you went to sleep, which is a bit unnerving, but welcome. With an arm load of grub, you plop on the chair and fire up the television. You spend the next hour eating and drinking while flipping through the channels, “Ugh, so many commercials.” You eventually give up and sit through an infomercial or add or whatever for this years version of the Mustang and comparing it to the classics of old. The oddest part is it seems to be offering either of them to you for purchase.

Once you are done you click around looking more closely and find the master shopping channel. Looking at it you see the familiar blue glow of magic. It would seem that is some kind of smart channel as you seem to be able to search for just about anything. Not only that, it offers, "Same instant delivery, limit one order per account per month.” Plus, while you only get one order, you can spend as much on as many items you want. They also offer a “when you can” repayment plan.

“Sounds good to me.” You say and begin shopping. As if in a trance you find you have picked out thirty pairs of shoes before you shake the madness loose with a giggle and delete all but three pairs, a pair of simple but always cute white cute cheerleader style tennis shoes, a pair of white sandals with 5” platform heels, and a pair of sexy thigh high black boots with crazy sky high 7” heels. Next you turn to clothes and instantly pick out a cute pink g-string with matching tiny bikini top. A few minutes later you have picked out a plaid school girl skirt, a sexy ultra short black dress with thin straps, a sexy bright rainbow tank dress, a pair of crop top tanks in white and pink, two pairs of yoga pants, one simple black, the other a cool space pattern, a cute pink sports bra, and finally three pairs of hip hugging boy short panties, in black, lime green, and hot pink.

A link catches your attention next for vehicles, which seems impossible, yet thinking of trying to carry everything without a car seems stupid. That said the more cars you look at, even cool $100,000 plus cars, the more hesitant you are to buy something so expensive and start looking over used cars and all sorts of motorcycles. Suddenly as you look at the picture of a cute little yellow convertible You even have a flash of a memory or dream you know isn't yours, or is it, of your girlfriend talking you into trying on her prom dress in a VW Beetle convertible and fucking your ass raw with a huge strap on for over an hour, it was amazing and you get a chubby just thinking about it. "Weird, did that really happen? Was this someone else’s body before?” You ask looking at the back of your slender hand for answers. Shaking your head you turn to the motorcycles and have another flash of memory, your new body bent over a bobber style huge old Harley getting your ass railed by a fat old biker while you blissfully devour the yummy pussy of a sexy blonde stripper you are sure is named Crystal. In the vision, or memory, she even calls you Lexi and the name Alexandria Volkov born Alexander Volkov pops in your head bringing on a flood of memories of being young in some foreign country and leaving home at the age of 16 after a huge fight because your father refused to call you Alexia. The name you were trying out back then.

The memory hits you like a hammer and you fall back with enough **** that the chair dumps you on the floor. “Woah. So real.” You say and notice a tear on your cheek. Standing back up you see the rotating image of a brand new cool yellow Fiat 500L with cloth interior and the words, “Do you need more time?” Reaching out you see you must have also picked a Harley-Davidson iron 883 at some point as well. “Wait when did I pick that stuff.” There seem to be at least a dozen more items in your cart you don’t remember picking.