And she looked back at me.
This was a brown haired beautiful girl, with soft full lips, large round eyes of blue, long dark lashes and thinned eyebrows above a tiny little nose. She mimicked my every move, turned each way I turned, and as my eyes moved with hers, I started to accept that by some strange way, this was me.
"The ring!" I realised this must surely be something to do with the ring. I made a dash for my bedroom across the hall, but I completely misjudged my weight and toppled forward through the bathroom door, landing sideways on my ass with a thump. I swore.
Pulling my naked, female body up off the floor, I now slowly ducked into my bedroom and checked under the cupboard. The box was still there, even my magazines were untouched, I'd forgotten about the socks for the moment, thinking straight wasn't too easy with all these physical distractions. My right arm ached a little from the collision with the floor, my new nipples were tensed and sticking out like the points on open umbrella's, and the long brown hair still wet from the shower kept flicking and sticking in the most annoying way.
"How did this happen." I said to myself sitting naked on the end of my bed. I was just thinking about grabbing the stone and trying to wish myself back to normal, despite not knowing how I came to be like this in the first place, when my hand closed around something silky beside me.
It was a nightgown. A long pink and lacy slip just lying on the bed.
