[FF] A strange dream

Total darkness, that's what David wakes up to. It was one hell of a night, his head ached a bit and it was like his mind couldn't work right, it couldn't make the necessary connections. He stayed in his bed for a few moments, staring into nothing. "Still dark out, must be early." He thought to himself. He was awake though, so he figured he might as well get up.

He pulled himself out of the bed and stood up, things felt different, something was off. He couldn't make it out though, the haze of sleep covering his mind. He could barely make out features in the room, and a realization hit him "This isn't my room." He didn't know what to do, his mind raced and he tried to remember the night before, he couldn't, it was a blank. "What the hell did I do last night?" He muttered, looking for a light switch. He eventually found it, and flicked it on; to his surprise the room was illuminated by skulls, he didn't recognize anything. "Who would live here." He shuffled over to a nearby dresser and let out a long yawn. On top was a picture of some good looking women, and a small smile crept on his face. "Whatever I did last night it couldn't have been that bad."

His mind was on the women when he heard the sound. It was strange ,like nothing he had heard before. He turned back towards the bed and saw it, some filthy cat laying on the bed. Immediately David jumped back against the wall, "not a cat" he pleaded... no wait, this was no cat. Instead it was a skunk. David swallowed hard "Just as bad." He muttered as he looked across the room for what to do. He spotted a closet to the right, and formulated a plan. David slowly walked, back against the wall, to the closet. opening it slowly he kept his eye on the Skunk, hoping it would just keep ignoring him. Once it was open he slowly walked to the bed and grabbed the bottom of the sheet.

Now the skunk saw him and walked towards him, in a strange yell David Yanked the sheet over the skunk, bundling it in the cloth, and tossed it in the closet, and with a slam closed the door. He stayed there for a few moments, taking a few deep breathes. "What was that?" He muttered, thinking of his girlish scream, even now though, that wasn't his voice. It was now that the realization started to come over him, the daze of sleep had been lifted. He looked down, and his gaze was met with a pair of breasts, his hands not the hands he remembered, instead more feminine. Frantically he searched the room and spotted a mirror, slowly approaching it he peered at the reflection, what he saw he didn't like.

Looking back at him was a brown haired, green eyed girl. Stunned David reached his hands up and felt his face, yeah it was there. He was wearing a t-shirt and a skirt, definitely not what he went to bed with. He stumbled back a bit, falling onto the bed. He was breathing heavy, "This must be a nightmare. I'm still sleeping, I have strange dreams..." He said repeatedly.