Contributor: Robert Forehand
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The light blinds me. It always does.
I wait for the accompanying migraine to stop before I blink open my eyes.
Mattress. Pillow. A bed. I'm under the sheets.
I swing my unfamiliar legs out and to the floor.
Painted toenails touch the carpet fibers.
Shapely, shaved legs.
Wearing panties. Nothing else.
Breasts. I'm a woman this time.
I flex my thin fingers. Glossy, acrylic nails glint in the morning light slipping through the curtains. An evening dress lies crumpled on the floor.
I glance into the mirror upon the dresser. A beautiful stranger stares back at me. Lush, black hair. Captivating auburn eyes. She takes care of herself, this one. Not a bad looking body to wake up in.
A soft snore catches my attention.
A man lies next to me in bed. Sleeping.
Judging by his clothes lying scattered...
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Robert Forehand
