Finding answers

Processing everything that just happened, you decide to collect yourself a little. Ok, this double date tonight is with your ex, who seems to be your bff now, and her new hot boyfriend. And rather than bringing a super hot babe to a date like old you... you mean the REAL you would, you're bringing your roommate Robbie.

What the hell did you drink last night? Were you drinking? There's gotta be someobe who can tell me what's going on.

You open up your computer again, closing down all the tabs of your now gay friends. You type into the search engine:

"Woke up gay???"

The three question marks will really help sell the urgency of the matter, you think. But the results don't seem that great. There's a kid who finally realized why he felt excluded from his schoolmates, and how talking about it online really helped him find who he was. Perhaps this alternate you could relate to this, but the real you is entirely the opposite. You ruled in school! You got the hottest cheerleaders going. There was one time at a party you managed to talk up the hottest one there, they brought you up to their bedroom and he fucked you from behind on his...

Wait a second.

You think harder, and all those memories of tits, pussy, and cheerleaders have been replaced with pecs, cocks and footballers. Actually... yes! You do remember being in a cheerleaders room! Yeah, you and her were on her bed, talking about all sorts of stuff, clothes, celebrities, boys at school, and before you know it... oh that was it. You slept on the floor and went home the next day.

This is getting bad, there's gotta be someone to call on your phone.