As she looked around the room, Nadine tried to comprehend what was happening. Even though it was clearly morning, according to the digital alarm clock next to the bed, the room was bathed in near-darkness. But with the light coming from the nightlight, she could see well enough to understand why. Dark and heavy curtains were covering up the windows and all the walls in the room were painted a dark color, maybe midnight blue or black. But who would paint their bedroom black? That's just completely weird and freaky, wasn't it? A thought at the back of her mind told her, to her astonishment, that it wasn't freaky at all. She pushed that thought out of her head in a rush. She didn't know where it came from, but she hoped it wouldn't come back.
She slowly pulled back her covers and got out of bed, then walked towards a full-length mirror that was in the corner of the room. What she saw shocked her. First of all, she seemed to be a lot bustier than normal. Maybe a D-cup, instead of her normal B-cup. But the thing that really shocked her was the fact that she was made up like one of those Goth freaks from school. How in heaven's name had this happened to her? She moved closer and noticed that her facial features looked different. Her face looked almost the same, but her eyes were a different color. They were blue instead of brown. And her hair was a different color too - black instead of light brown.
For a moment, she thought that this was part of someone's idea of a practical joke. Maybe someone thought it would be funny to make the high school Baptist girl look like a Goth and make her wake up in this room. But if that were true, how did they make her breasts look bigger? Or her eyes a different color? She wasn't wearing contacts and there weren't "lifts" under her breasts. They really were different.
And then there was that nagging feeling at the back of her mind. Like all of this should be normal for her, even though it was clearly not. She tried to shove that strange feeling away, not wanting to be comfortable with her situation. All of this was wrong. It had to be. And she was determined to find out how it all happened so that she could fix it.
As she was trying to figure out all of this, she got startled by a knock at the bedroom door. She turned towards it with wide eyes, wondering if she should open it or not.
