Jaune really felt something was off, a feeling that accompanied him ever since he woke up with a massive hangover in a hotel room.

Naked.

Dang, can't remember a thing.

Jaune slowly stood up, the side besides him already cold and no notes or any signs of his wallet going mising. He walked to the bathroom, a very big room, white and has a huge ass mirror in front of the sink.

Feeling a bit curious, his hand reached out and turned the mirror to find...

A heck a lot of women's pretty things.

Huh, maybe I slept at her place. Must have bagged a rich girl Weiss should know if the size's to go by.

Jaune closed the cabinet and saw the reflection.

Of his face.

Longer hair, a bit taller and last but not least.

The white hair, a bit like Ozpin.

...what?

He shook his head, turned around and around and lastly took deep breath.

Stay calm. Don't panic and solve the problem one by one.I think I'll take a bath

Jaune took a bath to calm his mind, seeing that there are male products in the bathroom shows that he lives here or he's bagged a rich housewife.

Preferring the former for the peace of mind, Jaune soaked under the cold water, slowly calming down and recalled the recent events.

1. There was a reunion at New Beacon.

2. His team and RWBY came.

3. ...

4. Present time.

Judging from the events that occured, his strongest theory is..

He got drunk, bagged someone and Weiss being the caring woman she is helped both of us.

... A fine theory.

Jaune stepped out of the showers, towel wrapped around his waist and without thinking went to a blank white wall that has a Schnee crest on it and pressed lightly.

It was a wardrobe.

The clothes exactly his size and a lot of others, a millitary uniform, a bunch of tuxedoes and other shirts.

A bad feeling settled into his stomach.

He was hungry and a bit nervous. An idea that was ubsurd he once read in a fiction novel Blake likes a lot was bouncing inside his head for a bit, but now..

Jaune pulled a shirt and some shorts. Quickly he stepped out of the room and entered a long hallway. A bunch of maids both human and faunus passing by, all of them bowing respectfully as he walked along, causing the idea to press more onto his head.

Then came the pictures.

There was a picture of him posing with a millitary uniform on, a painting showing a battle againts Grimm and The White Fang based on their masks.

He walked faster, lightly jogging with his heart racing faster than it should be.

A single picture made him stop abruptly, slowly turning his head.

A picture of him, a white haired girl and...

Winter Schnee.

WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED!?