"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:

"A strange course of events....Who?? wha??" Jim's mind was still reeling.

"Yes, indeed. I and you are two seperate versions of the same person. We are both each other's sexual ideal." Jim looked down at himself and saw that he was no longer the fat nerd but a healthy stud with a much improved dick.

"We were made up out of the old Jim: don't you remember how it happened?"