Sitting on a bed too soft for her taste, Jane's eyes wander unconsciously through this bedroom that is not hers. It is already 6:30am and what she first thought be a strange thing, but which turned out to be an alarm clock, is placed on the bedside table and indicates the unlikely date of Thursday, February 6th, 2034.

It's already been 30 minutes since the alarm clock went off, but Jane is still confused about the current situation and the unlikely date.

Currently, Jane is lost. Only yesterday, the calendar hanging in the kitchen showed May 5, 1974.

More embarrassingly, a thick fog has invaded part of her memory and prevents her from remembering what may have brought her here.

As if that wasn't enough, from what must be an adjacent corridor, many discreet voices reach her ears.

All regarding this morning makes her doubt. Could it be a dream? Nothing here seems to connect her to her reality. To her so noisy and usually so sad city life.

If Jane turns her head slightly to the right, she can see a gigantic tree standing in front of the large window of this beautiful bedroom. Even more enchanting, many birds flutter from branch to branch to the sound of the cheerful songs of their comrades. This graceful ballet is in no way disturbed by the noise of cars, horns or other sirens of the police cars that have always punctuated Jane's mornings.

Today, her sense of smell is incapable of perceiving the horrible odours of essences that, in principle, always attack her nostrils when her eyes open. The scents of fried onions and meat from the small restaurant under her London apartment are equally absent of this room that is undoubtedly possible, absolutely not her.

Although her senses are disturbed by this sudden change, it is not what troubles Jane the most.

A few minutes earlier, when Jane woke up, after rubbing her eyes after a long yawn, despite her usual lack of motivation, Jane stood upright. It was at this very moment that the blonde girl appeared.

Surprised by this girl who had nothing to do in ths room, Jane became frightened and then gave a little scream before hiding under her sheets. She waited for a minute, praying inside for the stranger to come out of of her substitute room, and as she heard no noise, Jane finally got her head out of the sheets.

She was still trembling as she feared the possible presence of the intruder, but she was aware that her hiding place offered her only relative protection. A brief glance is enough for Jane to confirm her fears: The blonde girl hadn't left her room.

Jane was about to throw herself under the sheets again, when she realized that something wasn't right. Not only did she have this strange feeling that she knew this girl very well, but this place had never been her room. What if she's the one who doesn't belong?

This question soon received a confirmation that was as surprising as it was senseless. According to her own memory, which seemed somewhat unstable, this blonde girl would be none other than herself.

Dumbfounded by this new fantasy thought that was getting more and more into her head, Jane tried to reject this possibility straight out of a movie. Jane left the foreign environment aside for a moment to observe the girl, or rather what she suspected to be her own reflection.

She must be a little younger than her. Around 13 or 14 years old. In spite of her long messy blond hair, her tired blue eyes and her small open pink lips forming an O, it is likely that she must already represent the fantasy of many men.

Her original her is not really a very beautiful girl. The original Jane is overweight. With her very short hair and her clothing style close to that of boys, her femininity is close to 0.

Compared to this young beauty, Jane, who rejected with all her might the idea of owning the young blonde girl's body, felt a little frustrated. For a long time, she kept this position to concentrate on the image reflected by the large cupboard doors.

Sometimes she would raise an arm or touch her nose to see if this strange reflection would do the same. Without getting out of bed, Jane then observed the room in more detail. Thirty-five minutes passed and suddenly Jane stopped moving and her eyes sank into nothingness.

As she slept deeply, she lost herself in a very strange dream, in which the blonde girl was the heroine.

Away from her English apartment, as she felt herself being slowly swallowed by the beautiful girl, Jane was constantly fidgeting in that very large bed which, as time went by, seemed more and more familiar to her.

Time passed, the dream progressed, and Jane continued her visit with the one who seemed to be calling her to merge.

"Miss Jane, it is already past 10:00am. It would be nice to get up if you don't want to miss another day of school."
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When Jane is pulled from her dream by a woman's voice, her eyes open again.

With drool on the corner of her lips, she yawns for a long time before turning her eyes to the woman who has just disturbed her.

The woman dressed as a maid seems to be a young and pretty brunette, but Jane's eyes are too asleep to be able to discern the contours of her face.

"You're always so boring, Mary."

Dressed in small pink pyjamas revealing her delicate right shoulder, Jane casually throws the sheets on the floor. With great difficulty, she struggles to keep her eyes open when she sets foot on the floor. Her steps are uncertain and without much motivation, she instinctively heads for a door to the right of her bed.

In an oversized bathroom, Jane is ecstatic on the inside, yet her footsteps don't hesitate for a moment to lead her in front of a huge bathtub that could almost look like a swimming pool.

To fill this immense bathtub, she opens the 6 taps which immediately begin their work.

While waiting for the pool to be full, after the little pink pyjama is quickly fallen to the floor, she walks in front of the three large marble basins, turns around and smiles by observing her little buttocks.

Jane is ashamed when she hears herself laughing while she pinches her pretty little firm and high breasts.

She now knows she owns this body, however, the traces left by the previous occupant are somewhat disconcerting to Jane, who never had much confidence in her and her charms.