You had a few too many last night. As you drift in and out of your alcohol fueled coma, you remember the music thumping on the stereo. The party is really a blur, like those you used throw back in your college days. You had fondly thought those days were behind you, but then some old buddies came to town...one thing led to another...

You vaguely recall someone puking in the pool and your wife yelling at them. You know there will be hell to pay when you get up, so you try to hold onto those last few precious moments of silence. You know as soon as you open your eyes the hangover will hit and then she will start yelling again...

A faint smell registers with your semi conscious brain. It's a female smell. Perfume or body wash, you're not really sure which. The one thing you do know is that it's not any scent your wife would wear. She's into floral scents, this is more tropical. It reminds you of the coconut oil strippers at the club you used to hang out at in college use to use.

"Oh fuck," you mumble. Your voice sounds funny, but you're too worried that you're going to wake up in bed with someone who is not your wife that you barely notice.

You open your eyesand stare up at the ceiling. It's not your ceiling, at least there's that. Maybe your wife will be mad that you took off to God knows where, but at least she won't catch you with some other woman in her bed.

You glance around the bed but find yourself alone. Definitely a woman's bed, though. The coconut smell seems to be coming from the expensive white sheets and oversized comforter.

You sit up and swing your feet to the hardwood floor. The entire wall of the bedroom in front of you looks out on the ocean and a wide white sand beach. It's one of the most striking views you have ever seen. It's almost striking enough to make you forget that home is not anywhere near the ocean.

In a panic you hop to your feet and rush to the window. It's not possible for you to be here, you try to rationalize.

You decide to look for a phone and spin back towards the bed. Standing across the room from you is a naked girl. She looks to be nineteen or twenty and so beautiful that she takes your breath away. There is no doubt in your mind that she is the most beautiful woman you've seen in your entire life. Long, flowing back hair. An almost angelic face. Small but firm boobs with what look like giant nipples. A faint hint of a six pack, but not enough to look manly or intimidating. Two long, shapely legs lead up to a round as and a neatly trimmed bush that matches the hair.

"Where the hell am I?" you ask, but hear her voice in unison with her lips.

That's when you realize that you're staring at a reflection and the girl in the mirror IS you! You look down at yourself and see those small boobs and big nipples on your chest. You absently reach up to touch one, which is hard from the crisp morning air, and a ripple of pleasure like you've never known washes over your body.

What the fuck happened? And what do you do?