In the morning, Jason was the first to wake up. Still half asleep as he stretched in his king sized bed, it took a moment for him to remember where he was, initially confused at not waking up in his bedroom. It came to him in no time, though - he was in the abandoned hotel his parents owned, having traveled for a weekend away with some good friends. The clock on the wall said it was 5am, so he was frustrated at his body for needlessly getting up so early. After fruitlessly attempting to drift back into the realm of sleep for a while, he accepted that his mind was having none of it and rose from the mattress, figuring he might as well go through his morning routine now and hope someone else might be up to keep him company.
Strolling to his bathroom, he undressed and got into the shower. Minutes later, he emerged, fully awake now, the rushing water having shaken off the remaining grogginess. Now to get dressed. Finding his suitcase that he’d got too caught up in drinking to unpack, he found a fresh bra and matching pair of panties and put them on, before picking a tasteful sundress as today’s outfit. Moving to the mirror, he applied some light makeup to his masculine face and left the room. Maybe someone would be in the lobby, though he wasn’t exactly confident. It was so early.
To his surprise, he found Zoe, but cursed his luck. Of course the only person awake would be the only one he can’t make conversation with. Zoe had never said a word in her life, only meows, due to the fact that her head is that of a cat, attached to a perfectly normal human body. Though her mind was as sharp as any person’s, and she could understand speech, she’d never managed to utter even a word of English herself. He didn’t find his friends’ head the slightest bit strange, finding it just as mundane as the feminine outfit he’d donned ten minutes ago, despite never wearing a dress in his life before today.
It took hours for anyone to wake up. Jason didn’t tend to get hangovers, a fact many acquaintances were jealous of, but it was very clear that nobody else had that luxury. Bounding into the lobby at gone 10am was Freddie, clearly not enjoying life right now. Indeed, he had a pounding headache. Eden, his sister, followed close behind. Putting down the book he’d been reading, Jason rose to greet his hungover friends with a smug grin, still feeling quite chipper himself. Wrapping his arms around Freddie, he pressed his lips to his and engaged in a passionate embrace. After twenty seconds or so of making out, he did the same to Eden. It was only polite to greet people with a kiss, after all.
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