Waking up hungover. That delicious feeling of thirst, sickness, and dizziness, with a hint of "my tongue feels like I've licked some sandpaper made from dirty cat litter."

Everything hurts... - My voice felt much hoarse than normal, but it must be because my throat also hurts.

I want water…- I extended my hand, still without opening my eyes, to look for the bottle that I always leave on the nightstand; but I got lost crawling in the bed, confused, I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. First, because my head hurt horribly, and second because I realized that I was in an unfamiliar room and naked between the sheets of a huge bed.

Where am I?... I was in a bar with my friends just now... - That was my last memory as I crawled across the bed, mentally moaning in pain, looking for my clothes, and trying to see a little more of the room. It was not the first time in my life that I had drunk more than I could handle, so I had experience forgetting one or two things I had done the night before and having to ask my friends for a kind of "reconstruction of the events".

I'm… I'm in a motel?! - I recognized it when I noticed the genericness of the room and the sign with useful motel information.

I couldn't help but turn red as I sat on the edge of the bed, my body ached like I had been beaten. "What a shame, I don't remember anything! Wait, am I alone? It doesn't sound like someone is in the bathroom... "

Where is my phone ?! - Important question, I need my phone if I want to understand how I got here; although I hardly had the strength, I looked for it the best I could without finding it. My clothes were folded on a nearby chair, next to a purse. I felt so sore and confused that I had a hard time even recognizing them as mine. But they were the only clothes in the room, so I was definitely alone.

"Maybe my friends came to drop me off here instead of at my house... it sounds possible," I began to speak aloud to myself, in an attempt to deny the obvious. The more minutes I was awake and trying to get dressed with my eyes half-closed and feeling a lot of pain in every part of my humanity, the more little flashes of memories of last night came to me.

I went out drinking with my work colleagues, celebrating the end of the school year, the most stressful period for any teacher. I wanted to go, drink some beers, and go home early to watch my favorite episodes of JJBA, as I always do when I want to celebrate watching beautiful men, I mean, I watch it for the plot. But no; I ended up ordering more beer and fries, dancing to all the songs, and flirting with a man who reminded me so much of Joseph... and then...

When I finally mustered the courage to get out of bed, the pain in my hip convinced me that I had done much more than dance with the guy whose face I couldn't even remember, only that he had a beard and a great torso! How angry I was that I couldn't remember any details, but still ached all over. "No matter, always remain dignified" I said to myself resigned, ready to leave that place and arrive home by inertia. I was grateful at that moment to have woken up alone and save myself the awkward moment of the morning conversation.

"I'm too old for this." I admitted on my way home, longing to rest in my own bed. "Ugh... it hurts to see the colors, I lost my cell phone, I don't remember what happened..."

I arrived only by force of habit, drank several glasses of water, and dropped dressed on the bed my body recognized as my own, before falling completely asleep.

I don't know how many hours I slept, but I woke up later, with less headache but my body just as broken, and with the greeting of a recognized paternal voice.

I'm home!-

I was greeted from the entrance of the house, but I pretended to sleep.

Not much later someone opened the door to my room, muttering in a fatherly annoyed tone.

How could she fall asleep like that?-

He said as he pulled a blanket over me and then closed the bedroom door.

"But... wait. I live with my best friend, not my dad! Am I dreaming?..." I felt more confused than ever, not moving from the bed. "I remember! I'm 30 years old, I'm a teacher, I share an apartment with my best friend and I have two cats...So...Who is that man who sounds like he's my dad? and why the fuck is it so fucking bright?" I was in pain, collecting my thoughts and memories.

Once again I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the place. It felt like mine, but I couldn't quite recognize things. Nervously, I got up to look in the nearest mirror, thinking of some possible symptoms of a stroke; but instead of seeing the reflection I was used to, I found the face of a young japanese girl staring back at me in amazement.

Fortunately, even if it was a dream or not, I know how mirrors work; so despite my astonishment, I soon realized that my reflection was an image I was not used to. By that time I had enough adrenaline to get up quickly and look for my papers or anything in that room that would give me some memory or sense of what I remembered as "me". Notebooks, notes, my computer, cell phone, whatever I could remember; I instinctively grabbed my wallet and pulled out the documents looking for information.

東方, Higashikata Tomoko-

I read out loud and repeated it a couple of times as I tried to put ideas together.

Tomoko... Tomoko Higashikata Tomoko... No... It can't be real.-

I don't know how long I was lost, trying to make some sense of what I was going through, when my father entered the room again.

I've been calling you to come over for breakfast, Tomoko-chan. How come you still have the clothes you went out in yesterday? Did you even sleep in the house? It's a weekday, you're late for college and you're here, wasting your time. You haven't even washed your face...!-

That man continued to nag me for a long time, but I stopped listening to him. I had become unaccustomed to someone scolding me like that, leaving me with a strange feeling of paternal affection and discomfort. I couldn't think clearly while still feeling the hangover, yet I began to recognize this situation as well as the place where I was.

"It's like those manwhas of reincarnated characters in their favorite novels... It is real or will I be dreaming about it?" my gaze was lost.

TOMOKO! Child, say something!- He shouted a little more annoyed at feeling ignored. Huh? Ah!- I didn't sound very smart. -I'm sorry dad! It won't happen again, I promise. I'm going to skip breakfast today and go straight to college... I'll cook dinner today, okay? Don't be mad at me anymore.- I finished saying tenderly, which softened his face. Okay, but take a shower before leaving the house.- he said with a sigh before leaving my room.

I obeyed him because I really needed that shower to clear my feeling of my tired body, especially in my pelvic floor, the reflection of my new body, and the water running down my skin were too strong to believe I was in a dream.

"I don't know if this is a dream or not... and if it's not, I don't know how to get home. I already miss my cats and my cell phone... but while I'm here I guess I'll have to live like Tomoko. I have several of her memories, so at least I'll be able to dissemble until she wakes up or returns to my world."

I got dressed and left the house heading for the university, I knew how to get there and that I would meet friends.

I groaned in frustration and laziness thinking that I would have to study for a second time to become a teacher, although it was quite easy to adapt to this life in Morioh. I smiled every time I listened to the Morioh Radio's tune and when I looked at the attractive young face in the mirror; however, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was forgetting something.

I felt that I was adapting quite well to this life during the quiet weeks I spent in this body, until one day I woke up feeling nauseous. Tomoko is a very healthy woman, so it was strange for me to wake up sick… until I finally started to connect dots.

OH MY GOD!- I couldn't help but say like one of my favorite characters, panicking. -OH SHIT, WHERE'S MY APPLICATION WITH MY PERIODS! No, no, no, no, no, no. How could I forget this part of the plot? How?! What am I going to do now? What am I going to do with you... Jojo?-