Nat woke up feeling very groggy, the last thing she remembered was drinking Tea at the doctor’s house. She sat up startled, had he drugged her? She looked around the room, the walls were dark, and the sheets were a black silk. It wasn’t a room she’d seen before; she didn’t know what had happened, but she knew she needed to get out of there, get to safety.

She turned and swung her legs out of the bed, she looked down to see where her clothes were and that’s when she saw it. She wasn’t looking down at her own body, it was a man’s. The room was dark but there was no disputing that she was looking at a man’s body rather than her own.

A pair of arms reached around her and starting to toy with the nipples on her new body, she wasn’t alone in the bed. Startled by the sudden contact Nat jumped out of the bed and ran to the nearest door, she opened it a found an en-suite for her to retreat into.

After locking the door, Nat turned on the light and for the first time was able to see her reflection in the mirror. It wasn’t her face looking back at her, but Alex’s. She reached up to touch her face in disbelief, but the mirror only confirmed the unbelievable sight.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, “Hey sexy, why don’t you come back to bed,” called the mystery man’s voice. Nat didn’t know what to do, or what was going on, she cleared her throat and called back, “give me a minute,” but to her surprise it was Alex’s voice she heard saying the words rather than her own.

Nat reached for the cold tap and splashed water on her face. She must be hallucinating or in some vivid dream. ‘This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real,’ she repeated to herself over and over. She looked back up to the mirror, but it was still Alex’s body that was staring back at her.

She thought this must be a dream, a very vivid dream. There must have been something in that tea. ‘If it’s a dream, I might as well enjoy it,’ she thought to herself. After taking a deep breathe to calm herself, Nat opened the door and returned to the bedroom.

Laying on top of the silk sheets on the bed was an Adonis of a man. 6 ft 7 with solid muscles, the fluffiest hair and not a single piece of clothing on. The man tapped the bed next to him and in a heavenly voice beckoned to her, “Ready for round 3.”