In her home

WIP

A familiar sound began to wake you up like it did every morning, the beeping of an alarm clock waking you out of a very refreshing slumber. However, this particular morning the beeping sounded unfamiliar. You opened my eyes slowly.

"Since when was my ceiling that color? Where had my light gone?" you thought to yourself as you sat up and looked around. "This isn't my room," you thought.

You took in your surroundings: pink walls, dressing table covered with beauty products and on the bed table next to me there was something that was definitely not mine- a dildo.

You climbed out of bed and suddenly became light headed. You figured you must have stood up too quickly. You run over and realized you've somehow become Liz Gillies!