Waking up Jake sensed something wasn't quite right. Looking around the room it was different to how he remembered it, had it always been glittery pink and small. Even the bed felt different. Getting out of the bed, he felt strange, almost as if there was a weight on his chest. Looking down he saw two mounds protruding out and stretching the flimsy nightie he was wearing.
He pinched himself in a vain attempt to awaken from this nightmare, and when that didn't work, he tried it again, and again, and then wondered how he ended up in this predicament.
Leaving the room to find the bathroom that had mysteriously vanished from what had been an ensuite to his bedroom, he realised that the rest of the house had also changed, and was much much smaller than before. Hearing voices down the corridor he went to investigate, and saw his mother, or a rather trashier version of her, and a strange man kissing and cuddling at the table.
Before he could open his mouth, his mother spoke "Jayde what's the matter honey, you look all startled"
"Who's Jayde, my name is Jake, what the hell is going on, and where is dad"
"Have you been inhaling that Insta-Tan again, I warned you about that. This is your father. Now hurry up and get changed, we have a busy day cleaning this mobile home, before you go shopping to get you something to wear to your cousins wedding"
Jake/Jayde couldn't believe what they were hearing, running back towards the bedroom, they noticed the bathroom, and stepping inside, were confronted for the first time by their new appearance. Whereas Jake had been near enough to upper middle class, Jayde was pure chav.
Jake had always been a jerk when it came to class, and couldn't stand anyone who was as he put it 'common or garden trash', and now here he was exactly the thing he hated , but not only that it seemed reality had shifted too, it was as if he was now in an alternate universe where his mother had married beneath rather than above her station.
Going back into the bedroom, and opening the closet, a sea of gaudy and trashy dresses, along with a pile of equally trashy shoes confronted Jayde. A small vanity bureau was covered in tubes of Insta-Tan dark, hairspray, cheap perfume and make up.
Jake sat on the bed and wept, he had no clue as to how or why he was now this Jayde, and living in 'squalor' and being the only one to notice anything wrong, worse still was the fact that he did not know if he could ever get back to his world.
After Jayde and her mother spend 2 hours cleaning the small mobile home, as they dud everyday, Brittany, Jayde's cousin, called over to take her out to the shops to find blinging dresses that they could wear to the upcoming wedding. They spent the best part of the day trying out all sorts of dresses adorned with various different rhinestones or crystal pieces.
When Jayde got home, her boyfriend was waiting for her, visibly upset that she'd been gone way longer than she was given permission by him to be out. He brought her into the bedroom, and demanded they have sex. Minutes later she was lying on her back on her bed, as the fatty sweaty bulk of her boyfriend got himself into position, and just as he was about to insert himself, the final remnants of the psychoactive drugs Jake had taken at Trevor's party wore off. He shook his head to full waken, and was relieved to find himself in the oversized bathtub in his bedroom's ensuite, and that the whole thing had just been a very bad trip.
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