This is a nightmare.
I thought i was enjoying a night out on the town with my friends. Instead i wake up with one hell of a hangover with some creepy looking dude mumbling about making his own wife.
I really don’t want to know how he put these clothes on me.
Oh crap, he’s noticed i’ve woken up. I really don’t like the way he’s looking at me like a piece of meat. Wait, don’t you walk away from me. What do you mean further modifications?
Wait, since when did i have boobs?