Jen

Jen opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Its soft pink dye was very pleasant to see. She always dreamed of painting that part of her bedroom like this. Only ten seconds into her awakening the girl came to an alarming thought: her bedroom’s ceiling was definitely still white, and she was definitely somewhere else.

She was still more puzzled than scared, so she stood up and looked around. The room was small, both the walls and the wall were painted light purple. However, all the furniture, which included the bench she was lying on, a mirror, a small drawer, a door and a chandelier, were white. There also was a small screen on the door, which said “0/1” in red numbers.

Most of her memory had been erased somehow. She did not know who she was and how did she end up there. The name 'Jen' was the only thing the girl could remember clearly.

Jen stood up and only then realized that she was one hundred percent naked. The image in the mirror only confirmed it, but she still looked into it for a couple more seconds, because her appearance seemed to revive a couple of tiny shards of lost memory.

Jen was a half-American and half-Japanese 20 year old girl. Surrounded by a black bob haircut, her face was round and smooth, her pretty blue eyes inheriting the best from both of her parents.

Jen touched her uncovered breasts. They were rather large and round, and she clearly would not mind using them to her advantage. Her body looked strong and well-trained, but feminine at the same time. In her private time, the girl often wanted this body to satisfy itself sexually. She always got what she wanted.

It was time to do something about her current situation.