FLASH
For a moment, she was disoriented. It felt like the whole world turned upside down. As she reached up to grab her head, and slipped a little down the pole her legs were wrapped around, she realized it had. She was still a stripper, hanging upside down by her ankles, but the club was totally different. Much smaller. Barely room for a single girl on the stage. Smoke in the air and the constant sound of glass breaking from the rowdy looking crowd in bolo ties and cowboy hats.
Spinning around slowly and looking for the others, she was confused. Nobody else was on or around the stage. She wondered what the others had been turned into if they weren't still dancers. The camera and the photo it had just taken were just laying on the edge of the stage, so she dropped down carefully and crawled forward towards them.
Suddenly some beet red, heavily bearded guy dressed like he was a bouncer reached out and snatched them up, sternly telling everyone close to the stage, "no takin' pictures of the girls!" which she could hardly hear over their hoots and hollers. As the rowdy crowd started to reach out and paw at her, the bad rock being pumped in from a single speaker died down, and the guy she assumed was the bouncer shouted, "everyone give it up for Kordé! Coming up next, Candy!"
Happy to get off the stage and have a moment to think, she stood up and stepped through a curtain at the back of the stage, passing a girl in a string bikini on her way to take her place.
The glimpse she had of the photo didn't show anything obvious the others could have become. There was just her, and the pole between her legs. Her clothes had been completely discarded before she got up there in this version of reality and weren't in frame, so there wasn't a chance anyone had turned into a bra or a pair of panties. What did that leave? The pole? The wall? She thought about what she could be missing while looking for what she was supposed to put on now anyway.
There was a shelf with a piece of paper taped to it in the back, where someone had written "KORDE," her stage name apparently. There was a pair of jeans, a yellow tube top, some high-heeled sandals, and a purse. That was it, no underwear even. Pulling on what she could, she looked through her purse. Apparently her 'real name' was Cordelia... which didn't make any sense at all. Thinking back to everything the camera had done, she couldn't remember ever having gotten a new name that didn't at least start with the right letter, but hers had never started with a C. Or with a K. Well, aside from a few minutes ago where someone called her Kitty. That was a stage name too though. She also recalled being called 'Becca' at some point, that broke the pattern too, but that was just a nickname. Short for...
She rubbed her temples. Were her memories getting scrambled up again or was it just too hot to think straight? She was tempted to take her clothes back off, but all the furniture was a bit too sticky and she didn't want to think about why. What had happened so far? She'd been turned into a stripper, a cat, her whole family had been scrambled around, everyone taking turns as mother father daughter and son. When they forgot themselves for a while, she'd slept with her daughter's boyfriend and with her girlfriend's mother...
She looked around for a glass of water or something. Was that right? Who else was it she was looking for? Her parents? Her daughter? Her lover, definitely. Or... was she single? She definitely didn't really know anyone else working tables at this club before she got the job. Well, not this club. The one it started as. Wait how far from home was she? The license in her purse said she was an 18 year old girl from Texas. That definitely wasn't right...
In any case, she needed to find the other three, that much she was pretty sure of, and she needed the camera back from that guy. He'd have to come backstage with it after the show, right?