A swirly cloud of something that looked like fog filled the room, and then faded into the night. A man lay sleeping in a bed, covers pulled up to his chin. The clock next to him showed "6:59", then quietly flipped to "7:00" and began to beep.

Jim was asleep, and right in the middle of a very exciting dream, when the loud beeping of the alarm woke him up. He blinked his eyes a few times, rolled over and turned off the alarm. He lay there in bed for a moment, remembering what he was supposed to do today. Whatever it was, it had to be better than yesterday, he thought - today is a brand new day!

After laying there quietly for a moment, Jim:

He rolled over and saw a mop of tousled hair on the pillow next to him. His companion's face was turned away from him, and her body was obscured by the covers, which were pulled all the way up. How had she gotten here? Who was she? He couldn't remember. And he was afraid to pull the covers back to reveal the truth. Finally, after some internal debate, he:

She was gorgeous!

She had long black hair and pale skin, red kissable lips and a pair of bazookas that would nicely fill even Jim's large hands.

This was a new sensation for Jim to find a nubile young woman in his bed. He was an overweight nerd with as much chance of getting laid as Saddam Hussein had of winning the Republican nomination for President!

When her (hazel) eyes opened she looked around in confusion at him and her surroundings.

"Who are you, young lady? And what are you doing in my bed?"

A pretty puzzled frown on her face she said:

"WHAAAT?!" screamed Jim in his thoughts. Was this busty stranger playing some weird mind game on him? What did she mean she was Jim? That was ridiculous.

Jim thought she must be part of some cruel practical joke, played by one of his enemies at school. He became angry and shouted at her, "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bed? And don't give me any more of that 'I'm Jim' shit!" At that, tears welled up in her big, beautiful eyes and she began to cry. Jim immediately felt terrible. After a moment of hesitation, he patted her on the shoulder and said, "Hey...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Please stop crying."

She slowly lifted her head to look at him. Tears were still trickling down her cheeks and onto her huge melons. Noticing his eyes on her tits, she said:

Jim looks at the woman who claims to be him in amazement. "What?!" He screams? "You claim to be me and then you want to screw?" "I can't help it!" the woman moans while she rubs her tits together. "I need somthing in me NOW!" At this point Jim pauses to consider his options...