After a very pleasant night's sleep you wake up to the faint light coming in from the curtains. You wish you could have slept forever, but as you come back to consciousness you begin to feel much more energetic than before. You sit up in bed and realize your muscles don't ache at all, not even your legs. Usually you're sore the day after taking a walk, but today your body is completely revitalized.
You find that the towel had slipped off your head during the night, but that your hair had dried anyway. You pull the sheets off of you and pause. Something about your body looked different. Younger, perhaps. But that's impossible.
Quickly rising to your feet, you notice a full-length mirror set in a lavish metal frame with a vine pattern on the wall next to the closet door. The hardwood floor is cold on your bare feet, and you shiver at the morning air. As you get closer to the mirror your suspicions confirm themselves: You're younger. Your body has leaned up a bit. You've lost a few inches in height and your hair has shortened up to your mid-back. Your breasts are more pert and perky than ever, even compared to when you were a teenager. You don't need a bra to support them now. Your face is full of energy and not a single wrinkle. You guessed you had aged back to seventeen or eighteen.
This place sure was strange, but was it possible something here was making her younger? The soap, maybe, or the water? Or the bed? Or just being here? Your mind floods with questions and not a single answer.
You shiver again. No matter what's happened to you, you're going to need clothes. You turn toward the bed, but gasp when you see that the chair you had put your clothes on is now empty. You search the entire room, drawers, cupboards, under the bed, but there aren't any clothes in sight. You give the bath towels a glance, but you know those aren't going to cut it.
There's only one place left to look: The closet. You march toward it, hoping that maybe a maid had come in and stowed your things in there. You open the door swiftly and an almost bare closet meets your eyes. Your outfit isn't there, but something else is.