Chapter 2: Who TF Am I?
The one thing everyone was afraid of...
Oliver eyes opened shortly, gasping at the sight of a white ceiling above him...
"What’s this?" His hands rubbing his face down to his head.
His skin texture was suddenly soft.
His eyes scanned the environment and noticed this was not his house.
The squared sized room was trashy in sight, a pair of laptop and Bluetooth speakers stood on top of the table close to him, there was large mirror at the wall opposite the bed..
He quickly rushed up, tossing the blankets aside.
Left in only his underwear and oily stained white inner.
"Who TF is this?"
His mind was thrown into deep confusion upon seeing the sight of his face..
He clearly remembered himself to be less handsome and slim..