Jiggety Jigg

You are home, in your own room. And as you look down at yourself you realize that you are back in your own body again.

Or... were you ever out of it? Was the whole thing just a dream? You get out of bed, idly noting that you seem to have gone to bed wearing nothing but boxers, turn on the light and look around again. You notice two things. There seems to be some vague difference you can't quite put your finger on, and the air is remarkably stuffy.

The last thing is easiest to deal with. You open the windows to let in some fresh air, and stand for a while admiring the familiar view. Nothing wrong with that at least. Well, time to get dressed and let the world know you're back - if you have ever been away.

You walk to the closet, open it - and find it empty. Curious. You try to recall how long you seem to have been away. Long enough for someone to remove all your clothes, obviously.

The world will have to take you as you are then. You stride to the door, grab the doorknob and... try to turn it. Unsuccessfully. The door is locked. From the outside.

Okay, the joke is going a bit too far. You start rattling the doorknob and thumping at the door until you hear footsteps approaching rapidly, and a familiar voice calls "Coming!"

A key in the lock, and the door flies open to reveal the familiar face of your sister (and the rest of her, of course). You get a brief glimpse of a happy smile before it fades into confusion and shock.

"Who the hell are you?" she blurts.

"What? Now look..."

"And what are you doing in my sister's room?"

"Your sister?"

"Yeah - Annabelle!" she gestures angrily at a picture on the wall. As you turn to look at it, you realize what's been nagging you. It's supposed to be a picture of you, but instead it's a picture of Annabelline, a few years younger than you remember her and in modern clothes. Well, modern a few years ago anyway.

"-ine?"

"What?"

"Annabelline?"

"No, just Annabelle." She pauses. "Actually she has a middle name she never uses. Nina. Guess that makes her Annabelle N. But stop dodging the question, Mister! Who are you, and what are you doing in her room? And... why do you look do darn familiar??"

1. Come clean.
2. Make up something.
3. Run for it.

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