You?

You see yourself laying on the bed, in the same boxers you were wearing yesterday. That can't be right? You rip off the covers expecting to see those same boxers and are intensely surprised to see your wife Liz's voluptuous chest and legs directly below you.

Cautiously flexing your leg, you observe her beautifully squat sculpted leg bend and then straighten back out before your eyes. A rush of tingles spreads through your body as you gaze at your new form, all of a sudden hyper aware of how your skin feels all at once. You notice the fabric of your undergarments for the first time, how they gently hold to your form, how soft they feel against your flesh. The wave of realizations is overwhelming, and you just stare downward for several moments.

You are startled back to awareness by the person next to you (you?) rolling gently to the side. Your mind starts flooding with questions; what happened? What's going on? Did I take something last night? Your experiments with substances in the past has given you enough anchored identity to usually sort out when you are in the midst of any hallucination, but never has anything felt so tangible or concrete as this.

Deciding you must have taken something during the bar crawl last night, you think, 'damn, shits getting stronger than I remember it, or I'm getting worse at this' and you stand up to pee.

You're dizzy and disoriented still but make your way to the bathroom and pop the lid up to relieve yourself. Your head still spinning you decide, 'maybe I'll just sit, so I don't miss.' And you absently pull down your underwear and release last night's recycled beverages.

You go to pull up your clothes and...