The head mask made you changed you, your clothes and your surroundings to match the ethnicity you chose and that ethnicity was that of a British woman. One of the middle-class, all dainty and focused upon a domestic ideal. Domestic chores. Domestic bliss. You saw yourself lying back on a lounge chair, within a luxurious salon. Obviously this was a stunning mansion. You could see you were dressed in a long pink dress, with simple straps upon the shoulders. The fabric felt fine, and a mirror gave you back the reflection of a tall rather attractive women with brown hair styled as haircuts were in the forties. Your lips were bright red and you truly did resemble a movie star from 1940s. Minus the enormous belly that screamed that you were about to become a mother soon. The little pangs would only increase in the next few hours, you could tell. But... Wait! How COULD you tell? You were a guy! A dude! You were supposed to be at a costume shop to get something or a party! You cold not stay here! You were no woman, let alone pregnant! You had leave this place! Before you lost your memories or something worse happened! You left the tray of end teacups and tried to get out but you could not move around with your big belly. That horrid thing weighed you down horribly! And these pestering thoughts were nagging at your brain too! Saying that moving would be bad for the newborn. That the safety of your child came first, that it was your priority as a future mother. That it was folly to try to leave. That... You shook your head, dispelling these pesky foreign thoughts. Now was not the time! You had to scram from here and go back to that damn costume shop and...
"What are you doing, my dear? You know it's not safe!"
You turned, seeing a man dressed richly in early 19th century clothes. You had to warn him. Maybe he could help.
"I am a guy! Not a pregnant chick! Help me, you faggot!" you shouted, hoping he'd catch the drift.
At first, he laughed, a rich booming laugh. But then he stared at your eyes and stopped. Maybe he saw how serious you were. He then came to you, frowning. He could see something was not right. And YOU saw that the dude possessed very sharp canines. He was a vampire! You were in the clutches of a vampire!