Carla McMillan walked downstairs, feeling a bit odd in her clothes. It wasn't that she didn't like them. She did. But it was the fact that they felt a little tight on her body.
She stopped and looked at herself in a nearby mirror and saw a chubby middle-aged woman with frizzy hair looking back at her. She looked about as normal as ever, yet it felt like she was ... overweight? That didn't make any sense.
Carla shook her head, figuring that she was just imagining things, then headed out the door to her car. Except, her car wasn't there. How did she get home?
She stood there at the doorway, perplexed. Something really strange was going on, but she just couldn't figure out what.
