Why the hell was I in clothes? I sighed and looked down, jumping to see a shirt two sizes too big, with an ugly Chris Brown head on it. I screamed when I looked at my hands, not seeing pale skin, but slightly tan skin. I leaped off the bed, screaming even more when I had a burst of athletic energy instead of wishing I hadn't have jumped. I charged into the bathroom and stared into the mirror.

No doubt about it.

I was stuck in Jongup's body.