With a groan I stretched out my limbs as I woke up. My hands and feet almost immediately hit walls, and I frowned. 'What the fuck, did I have a giant ass growth spurt last night or something?' I rolled over to see where I was, when I fell off my bed. Sitting up and mumbling curses, I opened my eyes and froze in shock. "I'm… In a closet?" I said aloud. And then I couldn't help but notice I had a British accent. Well, you won't get any objections from me. British accents fucking ruled.

'A pretty shitty closet too..' I thought to myself as I stood up. There were knickknacks all over the shelves and dust and dirt everywhere. Great, I accidentally stumbled into a hobbit's home. I snorted and shook my head at my own lame joke, but soon froze as my hair brushed past my face. It was black. Black and not my normal caramel brown I was so proud of. Pulling a strand in front of my face to inspect, I saw it was still curly as fuck, just much longer and black. And greasy. I wrinkled my nose as I realised I was covered in grime from head to toe. 'Okay. Shower first, then figure shit out. This is so nasty.'

That's when I noticed something important missing. More like two somethings. My hands flew to my chest where my small boobs usually sat, only to find flatness. I fell to my knees in despair and wailed quietly. "They took so long to grow, and now they're gone!" I sniffed and pretended to wipe away a tear. I guess I'd have to wait for my tatas to grow in. Again. Figuring it was time to stop dicking around, I opened the door to the closet and stepped out into a hallway type thing, and then discovered I was fucking blind. Turning around, I dug around until I produced a pair of glasses and put them on. Much better. I stepped back out of the closet and shut it. I was in a pretty plain house it seemed, though no too bad. I started to climb up the steps looking for signs of other peopley persons. I heard snoring from two of the rooms and decided to deal with them later. I needed a shower dammit. Finding the bathroom, I sighed in relief, and turned to the mirror to inspect the damage. Oh. Oh shit.

The girl in the mirror sure as hell wasn't me. She was pale, had bright green eyes, and freckles across her face, and was that a scar on her forehead? She was skinny and appeared to be younger than me. And that's when I noticed my second loss. My amazing sexy hips were gone as well. I took another second to mourn, before going back to the girl staring back at me. "Well," I said calmly, "you need a name in this crazy wacked up dream. I'll think of one later."

I turned and started stripping out of the trashy clothes I was in. 'Damn. do I live in like, the ghetto or something?' I inspected my new body and felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach. I was skinny! I wasn't fat anymore! I did a little victory dance and turned on the shower. I got in and did normal shower things (I'm assuming you're not an idiot and you know how to take a shower). I stepped out and toweled myself off before looking distastefully at the pile of rags on the ground. Mmm, yeah, no. No way was I putting that shit back on. I stared at my hair for a moment before deciding to just let it do it's own thing and dry unbothered.

I wrapped the towel around me and left the bathroom. The people here should have clothes for me since I live here, duh. I just had to find them. After poking around for a bit like a dumbass, I realized that no, they did not have any clothes for me. Also, these fuckers were really heavy sleepers. I nicked one of the woman's shirts and a pair of underwear, both pretty big on me. I took a hair tie from the bathroom and used it to keep the underwear up. I posed in front of the mirror and nodded in approval. Oh yeah. Still sexy. I would definitely hit on myself if I could.

Unfortunately, something interrupted my awesome modeling session. One of the peopley persons was getting up, so I picked up my disgusting rags up off the floor and headed back downstairs. Dropping them off in the closet, I looked up to see a thin and pale woman walking down the stairs. She kinda looked like a horse. When she saw me standing there, her jaw dropped open and she looked completely flabbergasted. "Uh.. Hey? What's up?" I said with a wave.

The woman started screeching loudly and turned red from anger, "GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY CLOTHES?! WHY HAVEN'T YOU STARTED BREAKFAST, AND WHY DID YOU TOUCH THE SHOWER YOU FREAK!"

….Holy shit. This girl obviously doesn't have a very nice family. How does one respond to this without getting slapped. Hmm…. "Um… Magic?" that always made my family less angry.

In this case though, that was apparently the wrong answer. Her face went white and she looked like she was just told her cat died. "What…." she said in a deadly whisper. "Er- I was sick and puked all over the place and I needed a shower and clothes."

At this she seemed to calm down a bit. She took a deep breath and pointed to what I assumed was the kitchen. "Go make breakfast now Girl." she commanded. "Wait, uh, could you tell me my name? Please." I needed to know after all.

She wrinkled her nose as if she had smelled something horrible. "Clover. A dreadful and terrible name. Now go to your closet before you infect everyone else with your freakiness!"

"Looks like someone needs to get laid, Jesus…" I muttered while walking back into the closet. So Clover huh. Not too bad, but definitely not me. Clover with a K would be much better. So I would be Klover, and I would force people to call me KK. Sounds like a plan. I sat down on the piece of shit that was meant to pass for a bed. Alright time to figure this out. So I woke up in a strange place as a completely different person, and obviously in another continent.

I tried to remember what happened before I woke up here. Let's see… It was summer… it was a Monday… I had just returned from my dad's house- oh my god. It hit me like a fucking meteor. My depression had been acting up again, triggered by a horrible weekend with my dad. I was talking with my girlfriend and crying my eyes out. I had gotten my mother's gun from her room. And then… Tears began streaming down my face and I buried my face in the crappy pillow. I died. I had actually… For a long time, all I could do was sob into my pillow. After I had no more tears to cry, I sat up and sniffled quietly. I already missed her so much. Talia had always been there for me, and now- I stopped that thought in it's tracks and took a deep breath. I could get through this. I could. I just… Had to find a way to remember and not hurt...