As you walk down the hallway toward the stairs, you tread carefully in your tall shoes. Your gait is much more delicate and feminine now, as you attempt to keep your balance. Your arms carefully swing at your sides.
Descending the staircase takes much longer than you desire, but at least you don't fall head over heels down the enormous steps. When you finally reach the bottom, your stomach grumbles. You haven't eaten in half a day.
Assuming the house was stocked with food, you go in search of the kitchen. After all, somebody must be living here if your clothes were switched out on you in the middle of the night.
You proceed down the hallway with the creepy paintings and eventually come to a door with light shining through the crack underneath it. You decide to try this one, knocking first. You receive no reply, so you head on in.
The kitchen windows are the source of the sunlight. You search the cupboards, but find them all bare. Your stomach is growling painfully now. The fridge's cooling hum kicks on. Something's got to be in there. You thrust open the door and find only three baby bottles. One is filled with what looks like milk, one is filled with an almost black opaque liquid, and one is filled with a transparent fluid that appears to be water.
You bury the indignity of being forced to suck from a baby bottle as your stomach demands you take some kind of action. Your hand reaches out to grasp the...