It is still the same I wake up that damn alarm always, it always goes off. I can feel just from the weight on my head I'm still not myself again. I would give anything just to open my eyes and not see blond hair everywhere. I don't want to feel this squish of breasts on my chest, hell I even miss my morning wood. I hate this I want to be me again. I will just keep my eyes closed, maybe it is still just a dream and I won't have to.....