Someone opened the door.
"Who is it?" I said, hearing an alien voice coming out of my mouth. It sounded like Sarah...only pleasant.
"It's just me," a female voice said. It was a youthful looking woman in her thirties.
"Umm...I'm not dressed," I said, reaching to cover myself with a blanket, feeling rather exposed in just a blue t-shirt.
"Like I've never seen you naked before," she said, coming closer. I realized I had been wrong about her age. She seemed to be in great shape, but she wasn't in her early thirties...she was at the least in her late thirties...whoever she was. I'd seen Sarah's mom before and this wasn't her. "Why aren't you up?" She asked.
She didn't seem to be accusing me. She seemed more concerned.
"Up?" I parroted.
"It's a school day, Roxanne. You're usually up by now, so I came to check on you."
"Thanks..I guess my...alarm didn't go off," I lied.
"Well, you'd better get ready," she said. "You don't want to be late."
"Thanks," I said again, afraid to say anything else.
The woman looked at me, eyes narrowed. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, sure," I lied. Aside from losing my identity, my gender, and having no idea what I was supposed to do or who this woman was...sure, I was peachy.
She still seemed concerned something was off, but dismissed it. "I'll be downstairs."
She left me alone, closing the door. That forced me to get up. My legs seemed to be able to support me, and despite how weird it felt, I didn't trip over my two new feet. They looked tiny to me, and painted with polish.
Roxanne...it seemed easier to think of the person I was in the third-person, had a big room compared to what I was used to. Queen-sized bed, TV, several doors...it felt like a suite at a hotel.
I opened a door, looking for the bathroom, and found a walk-in closet almost as big as my room. Another door revealed the bathroom...and the sheer number of feminine makeup and hygiene products.
I was finally able to find a mirror and look at myself. I froze...
