Wake up Sara. It's 7 o'clock
Your head hurts as fuck. Being awoken by your sister's asshole robot doesn't do anything to make a morning pleasant, specially at such an early hour.
"Shut up CARA" you hear yourself saying and covering your head in a pillow.
Analysis shows high concentrations of ethyl **** in your liver
You thought that being awoken by the voice was unpleasant, but the mechanical appendages forcibly sitting you down just to figure out how much last nigh actually messed you up is way worse. Along with the sharp pain comes the sharp sense of shame, seems like sober and not-horny you still hasn't got used to the idea of going so low. You put your face between your hands, trying to at once mend your hangover and hide the indignity of having dry sperm in your face, and some that seems to have dripped into your newly grown boobs, which you notice seem to be slightly bigger than yesterday.
Getting up delivers a punch to your stomach, your legs wobble but CARA holds you, you take a few more steps, realizing that you indeed had that strut you so wished for last night, you regret it profoundly. A look at the mirror remember you the entirety of yesterday, the feeling at your stomach gets worse when you realize you rather enjoy what you see, your body and face barely recognizable from who you were the previous morning.
Sara, I've prepared your daily pills, I've added something for your hangover as per protocol
You feel somewhat relieved at the idea of getting some meds, but looking at the cup and seeing the same pink pill of yesterday makes you reconsider.
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