I wasn't really sure how to react at first. I stepped slowly and deliberately towards the mirror, approaching it so that my new reflection only appeared slowly. Gradually I stepped until my whole body was visible.
I wasn't wearing the red dress from the game. I in fact was wearing a red t-shirt with Miss Pac-Man on the center. I couldn't even comprehend that this girl, woman, female human being would even consider using her time on a video game with a body like this. Briefly I wondered what had happened to her, and if she was now in my body. There was little I could do. I looked down at the moderately low cut shirt, and bent to view my somewhat ratty blue jeans. They clung tight to my legs, and spinning in front of the mirror I noticed they clung tight to more than just my legs.
As strange as my body was to me, I was equally disoriented by my surroundings. To my right was a computer desk, and beside it a black door. The walls were painted red, and the floor was hardwood, with a small carpet to the side of my new bed, which was queen sized and stuck neatly in the corner of the room, with red bed sheets and two red frill edged pillows at the base of the headboard. There was a large bookshelf opposite my computer, and a closet door near the bed and opposite the mirror, with another, larger red carpet on the floor in front of the closet.The closet had double doors, so I could only wonder how many articles of clothing were contained within. Normally I wouldn't be interested in clothes at all, but something drew me to it. I opened the closet and found a large variety of clothing, shoes, as well as a selection of purses / backpacks, and even a small box hidden near the back under a black trench coat which contained a bottle of wine and a couple coolers. After closing up the box, and hiding it again with the trenchcoat I wondered briefly how I had known to look for it there, but I simply shrugged to myself, closed the closet, and proceeded to investigate the bookcase. It doubled as a Dresser for my new undergarments. Blushing, I quickly closed the top drawer containing various panties and their equivalents. Seeing them made me wonder briefly what I was wearing, and I swivelled my head and pulled out the back of my pants to peer down to investigate, and found I was wearing a pair of red panties, rather plain ordinarily, but undeniably sexy on this girl's body.
The bookshelf contained many books of varying genres from Science-Fiction and Fantasy, to Romance and Autobiographies. The Iliad and Bible snuggled ironically in a corner compartment, where they had clearly been gathering dust for a long time. No doubt this girl was an atheist. And no doubt remained in my mind that she was indeed still a girl. On the bookshelf, laying on its side, was what I could only guess to be her perferred handbag, red linen with a criss-crossing pattern of darker and lighter shades of red, and opposed to the older style of the handbag, a zipper could be found closing the main compartment.
Opening it, I found that it had a leather lining within and many other interesting articles, including a small female equivalent of a wallet, in which I found a few pieces of ID. Student IDs going as high as grade 11, a Driver's License and a health card. Janice Claire Deveau. Judging by the rather effiminate and pink colored "Janice" keychain attached to her house, and what I noted with some excitement to be,BMW car keys, it would appear she used her given first name. Other items of less intrigue included a tampon, a half empty pack of gum, lipstick and a cell phone. I had always hated cell phones, but I found myself quickly withdrawing it to check for missed calls. One missed call, from Kaite. I put the phone back, and then became accutely aware that I had needed to pee for the past 10 minutes but had been ignoring it. I proceeded towards the only exit from my new room and proceeded out, in search of this foreign household's facilities...
