Run to the bathroom

“I’ll be right back, I need the bathroom”

Without even giving it a second thought, you shoot up off the couch and start running straight ahead, out of the room and up the stairs, grabbing the first door handle you see. You swing the door open to find a bedroom, there’s nothing on the walls or any shelves to give away that this is anything but a spare bedroom.

[Fuck..]

You close the door and shift over the the next door, which isn’t the bathroom either, after the 5th attempt you finally find the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you and locking it. You take a deep breath and calmly walk to the mirror, fists clenched and breath held in fear and staring back at you is Kylie Jenner.

“So that’s what the rock does.” You mutter to yourself as you try to process just what is happening, you run your fingers through your now long hair and smile just a little. This might not be so bad after all. Your hands trail up the robe that’s enveloping your slim-thick body and begin to remove it, raising your eyebrows and biting your lip at the sight before you. Her soft, round breasts, her small shaven pussy, her girthy ass. You really hit the jackpot.

“Kylie? Mind if I come in?” Kim says from the other side of the door.