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You shudder involuntarily. This place is giving you the creeps. Turning around, you decide that it's probably best to leave. You have a gut feeling that sticking around would be a very bad idea. Taking the doorknob in your hand, you try to open the door. But it won't budge. That doesn't make any sense, you just came in through that door. You try again, but the knob won't even turn! After brief thought, you figure it might have fallen shut after you entered and locked automatically. But no - examining the door reveals no lock at all.
You're starting to get scared. This isn't normal. "Hello?" you call out; a bit taken aback at first at just much how much higher and more feminine your voice is now. "Is anyone home?" you call again. Still no response.
You walk forward, your heels making loud clacking against the hard floor. You push open the door into one of the next rooms and call out again, with no response. You check a few other rooms on the ground floor, finding no one. You return to the entrance room and approach the stairs. Moving slowly, and holding on to the banister, you make your way upstairs. Just as you reach the top of the staircase, you notice something. There's something slightly different about your step, and there's no sound from your heels. You look down to see that the heels have vanished, along with the pantyhose, leaving you in your bare feet. You freeze. How did that happen? The heels could have just fallen off, but you probably would have noticed that. Even if they had fallen, that doesn't explain the disappearance of the pantyhose.
You are startled out of your thoughts by sounds of movement coming from the nearest door. You push it open and call out, but receive no response. As you enter the room, which turns out to be a luxurious bedroom, you suddenly feel something odd. You look down in astonishment as your shirt and skirt actually fall apart before your eyes! This shock is soon replaced by the realization that you're left in nothing but a bra and a pair of silk panties, both simple white. You stand there in shock for a full minute. This is insane! You scan the room and spot what seems to be an open closet. You let out a light sigh. At least you'll have something to wear.
You approach the closet, but are suddenly knocked to the floor by something black that leaps out of it. You struggle with the black thing, trying unsuccessfully to throw it off. The black thing simply squirms around your body, easily avoiding your attempts to grab it. The black thing grabs your arms and pulls itself over your head despite your continued struggles. A flurry of black, and the squirming and struggling ceases as something black settles around you. You glance at yourself, at the black, finding it to be a black dress that has pulled itself onto you, that you are now wearing. It's a simple but very fine thing: the dress part is loose and reaches your ankles, the top fits finely to your curves, it has short sleeves ending in silver trim, and the neckline is loose enough to just barely show your cleavage.
In much the same way as the dress attacked, your feet are encased in long silk white socks that stop just short of your knees. Your arms, too, are encased in white silk gloves that stop just short of your elbows, just barely overlapping with the dress sleeves. Your feet are slipped into small black shoes, flat on the ground but still clearly feminine with a tiny silver ribbon on the front. Finally, a long silver sash-like ribbon snakes out and wraps around your waist, forming a flat knot in the front, allowing the ends to hang loose, reaching your knees.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and are surprised at what you see. The new clothing makes you look great! If you were still a male you'd probably be quite attracted to this girl. You see in the mirror that the clothing isn't all that's new: pale silver lipstick and eyeshadow has materialized on your face, and your hair is now a light lavender and reaches your waist.
Your staring into the mirror is interrupted now by soft whispering. You can't make out what's being said, there are too many voices to distinguish. But the whispering starts getting louder and louder and your head starts to hurt. The whispering becomes harsh, and you start to become dizzy. You cross over to the bed and sit down, holding your head in your hands. Covering your ears does nothing to block out the sound, and you shut your eyes tight against the dizziness. You think hard, try to concentrate, but the harsh whispering makes it difficult. You start to panic. What's going on, what is this place?! Your head is pounding. How did I get here? It's hard to think with such a headache. You whimper aloud. You try to focus on thinking of escaping -from what, and to where? It's getting difficult to remember...but...what is there to remember? The sounds become unbearable and you black out.
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You groan slightly. Who am I? That's easy. Your name is Reena. Yes, that's it.
Where am I? You shift your position. You're lying on something soft and extremely comfortable. You open your eyes. You're lying on your bed in your room, in your manor. Yes, that's right.
Then the real question: What happened? You blink. You sit up, stretch, then stand. Nothing. Nothing happened. You are Reena, this house is yours, but before that...there was nothing. No Reena, just a house. But that can't be right. If there was a house but no Reena before, then what were you before Reena? The answer comes immediately: nothing. There was no "before" for you, just the house. Before there was the house, and now it has Reena, its mistress. So, what happened was...Reena didn't exist, and now you do. That's it. Where Reena -you- came from doesn't matter, because that's not you. You're just Reena, mistress of the house. Nothing more, nothing less.
Satisfied, you walk smoothly out of your room. You call out to anyone else that might be here. For servants or companionship, whatever. But no answer. You're alone. No servants, no friends. More people are sure to come sooner or later, and when they do they'll be your friends and servants. But until then...
Written by Pollux
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