Freedom?

The door opens now, the magical force that was holding it shut seems to have vanished. You feel strange in your new, 8-year old female form, and your fake fairy wings brush the walls if you get too close. You see the bathroom and the door to the other bedroom. The door slams shut again behind you, and you jump with fright. You don't even look back, you start running.

Written by Anon

You run into the Master Bedroom
Run Downstairs
You fly out the window

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