Hanna had a hobby she couldn’t tell anyone about. Well, no one but her closest friends, and even then she’d hesitate. Because, when the stress from the shitty cashier job that had her living paycheck-to-paycheck grew unbearable, she’d go to the adult video store. While there, nervous and trying to stay inconspicuous, she’d buy... Hentai.

But only if she found one she’d never seen before. These days, it was getting harder and harder to find one she’d never laid eyes on.

But, when she did, she’d take it home, scuttle past her crotchety rent buddy, hole up in her room with a cheap bottle of vodka and a can of soda to chase it with. Then, ready and lubricated — with liquor — she’d put on her headphones and laugh her ass off as she riffed on the new episode.

Her friend got her into this hobby about a decade ago. It was more fun back when they were still in the area, and could riff together but they’d since moved away. Unfortunately, the two had barely spoken since.

But the habit had stayed. Hanna was still addicted to making fun of half-assed animation, that one series with the leather-looking dick, and the strange but fascinating plots.

At least that was what hentai used to be like. Recently, they all seemed to be more... porn.

The animation and art had also improved significantly. But the stories? Less so. Though, frankly, they often made more sense.

She looked shamefully at her collection as she put her newest acquisition into her ancient laptop’s disc drive. If she was right in her calculations — each disk having between 4-6 episodes — this was her 1000th.

She sighed. Was this going to be another animated porno, or would there at least be something worth riffing on? Maybe, after this disc, she’d finally stop.

Naw. There would always be something.

Grinning, Hanna poured a shot of vodka then downed it and a bit of the sugary grapefruit flavored soda that was her current favorite. Then she put the disc in and clicked play.

She almost stopped it. Almost. It was another porn and, while the artwork was good it seemed to have the plot of some guy creeping on his teacher... But there was something there to riff on. And so she did.

***

Hanna woke with the worst headache of her life, and she swore to cut back on the vodka. This time, she really would... Well, probably not.

The light streamed down onto her face. Had her rent buddy come into her room and opened her blackout curtains or something?

If so, that was one cruel joke. She did not approve.

She opened her eyes with a scowl. And then immediately closed them.

Because the world was not right. She was not in her bed. Nor was she in her tiny room she could barely afford.

But worst of all. The world looked animated.

She had to be dreaming. Finally, Hanna had gone nuts from watching all that hentai.

That was when her headache intensified and the memories of her new body violated her mind just like that guy did to the teacher last night.

Apparently, in this world, she was Hanna Ivy. She Lived in XXX Country, in XXX State, and in Big XXX City. She was [Definitely the Age of Consent] years old.

Hanna narrowed her eyes at this information. She had a bad feeling here.

But other than the information being slightly off, everything else checked out. Her new body was a solid C student, going to a [High School/Junior College]. She had a brother a little under a year younger than her who could drive and was also [Definitely the Age of Consent] years old. Her father worked and was barely home while her mother worked part-time, mostly as a hobby.

This family, unlike that of her previous life, wasn't poor. They were upper-upper-middle class. And, they could afford to send her to a University once she graduated from that suspicious [High School/Junior College].

That meant, even though this world was animated, she could get a doctorate in Astronomy!

But first, she needed to get her grades up.

And it had been a dozen years since she last had to study for something.

Fuck!