Room 322, Thursday morning

[sensitivejim]

Jim grumbled as she half-woke before the alarm went off, cursing the fact that Tuesday was only once a week. Still, she reached over and turned the alarm off before snuggling back in with Lana, nuzzling into her hair with a sigh and promptly fell back asleep.

[[For the girlfriend and why do I get the feeling we'll all be humming Aerosmith and the

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[lovelylana]

Lana woke at the alarm and snuggled back into Jim. "You're going to have to get up for class at some point," she said drowsily.

And then noticed the hair that draped over her shoulder. Not her hair. And noticed that the body wrapped around hers was not as... hard as it usually was. She turned over a bit, then sat bolt upright, pulling the covers up to her chin while staring at the girl in her bed.

"Who are you?"

[sensitivejim]

Jim propped herself up on one elbow and rubbed at her eyes with the other hand. "Lana?" she mumbled, bewildered and sleepy.

[lovelylana]

"Jim?" Lana said, looking shocked. "Is that you? You, um... might want to go look in a mirror."

[sensitivejim]

Jim straightened, worried. "Of course it's -" And then she registered the unfamiliar tug at her chest. And looked down. And scrambled back, her voice cracking. "What the hell?"