When I woke up, I found myself sweating on a white bed in a pure white room with bright white light shining on me. I didn’t know where I was, or what had happened, but I was alive. I think.
“Finally, you’re awake,” said a bored male voice. I looked around. The room was completely empty except for a teenager that looked a little older than me.
He was the kind you would call hot. His face was rugged and his jaw was set in a determined way. He looked tough, but he seemed a bit on the young side, like a little boy trying to act like his father.
I wasn’t sure how to respond, but resulted in responding with an, “Umm…hi?” His skin seemed on the orange side but looked like it was hot to the touch, and his hair was a uniquely intense fiery red that seemed to also emit its own heat. His eyes were a blend of multiple shades of red, orange, and yellow. This guy was just blazing.
“I assume this is a big change for you…?” he says, gesturing to myself. I look at him, confused. I look down at my body and was extremely surprised. I was wearing black clothing that you might think it was one of those girls’ clothes that write their numbers on the bathroom stalls. It was a somewhat tight dress that seemed to stand out in the completely white room. It had sleeves ending at my wrist and was semi short and ended at my knees. But, the design was my kind of style. It seemed almost lace-like at some parts, like my belly and arms, and created small swirling designs with a solid black style. It wasn’t really considered modern fashion, but looks more like the future than the past.
 I would’ve never actually said this aloud, of course; I’ve only heard him say three words. I’d rather not start out bad.