Byron awoke with hair in his face. He couldn’t figure out where it came from. He brush it aside, but it seemed to follow him as he moved his head. The mystery was solved when he looked in the mirror to see the face of his ex-girlfriend looking back at him. He screamed. This was a nightmare. He had broken up with her because she was clingy and needy, but now he was stuck with her in way that was much closer than he could have ever imagined. He had her body! He had her stupid long hair hanging from his head -- her head? He was a her! He was her! He couldn’t stand it.
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