Your Bedroom

It's morning out as you blink the sleep out of your eyes. Despite the blinds being closed, the light shinning in through the windows has once again woken you up with the sun whether you want to be up this early or not. Something feels a bit weird...it takes you a moment to figure out what exactly—it's that you are naked from the waste down, even though you would never sleep without pants. As you stare down at your rock hard cock sticking out proudly, you remember that crazy dream you had.

It...was a dream, right? There's no way any of that was real.

Looking over at your bookshelf, you realize that the text on all the spines is gibberish, random looking squiggles that make no coherent sense. Experimentally, you reach down and touch your dick. For a second, you can almost make out words in the squiggles. You begin actively, if slowly, jacking yourself off, and suddenly you can read the words. You stop, and even though you didn't so much as blink, the text is gibberish again.

This is crazy. There is no way this can actually be happening.

Grabbing a book, you open it to a random page. Nothing but junk stares back at you. It's not even letters, just random squiggles. Dropping your hand down and starting a slow motion again does nothing for it, although on closure you see that it has caused the cover to become legible, which is weird.

Why can you read the cover when you do that but nothing else...?

The dresser seems to be gone, but opening the closet reveals your shirts are still present, although the dress shirts are shorter...is it because they no longer have to go into pants? There don't seem to be clothes for your lower half anywhere, at least in here. Grabbing a new shirt, you head out of your room to look around the rest of your apartment.