Confusion

 "What? Where am I? Who are you? Wait, who am I?!?"

The gorgeous blonde looked around my room with a bewildered expression on her face, seeming to have no more idea about what had just happened than I did.

 Meanwhile, I had some questions of my own. 

Did she really not remember being my best friend, Aaron?

Why had Aaron suddenly turned into my ideal woman?

How long was she going to stay like this?

More importantly, if I told her who she was, would she be more or less likely to fuck me? 

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