You have no idea how long you wandered the upstairs corridor. Every time you do find a window, all you can see is the rain lashing against the pain and not very much of anything else. If you find a corridor that contains a stairwell, it leads you back to around to the hallway you just left.
And to top it all off, when you do feel tired, you find only one room when opening doors; the girl's room you acquired the doll from, something you are very reluctant to let go of.
Standing in front of the mirror in the room, taking in the reflection that is reflected back, you ask yourself, "How long have I been here?" but you can no longer remember, having lost count after about thirteen days. To top it all off, you have finally figured out why you reflection looks off.
Reaching up, you flick the soft dark red hair that now falls just past your shoulders, all the while taking in how feminine and youthful your face is starting to look. Bothered by this, you look down, groan in dismay that you can only find girl's clothes to wear, but are silently happy that it is only you face and hair that are slowly changing, despite what you dream at night.
For when you do return to this room to change your clothes and sleep, you are always visited by the same dreams.
In them, either Madame Morphia, Issabella or both visit you. Both treat you like a little girl, insist on dressing you like one and ask that you start acting like one. What makes it weirder is when Madame Morphia, who has slowly been changing from dream to dream, asks what animal you best represent.
"Is it a turtle? A dog? Maybe a cow or pig," Madame Morphia she asks you in one particular dream.
Not sure where this is going, you remain silent and allow the dream to progress. When you do wake, sometimes the dream remains vivid, while sometimes it slips away.
Focusing on the mirror, you attempt to discern if anything else has changed, but are distracted as your thoughts drift instead to Madame Morphia. At first, she appeared to be an elderly woman, but as the dreams went on, she began to change. First her eyes, which turned bright electric blue. Next her skin, which shifted deathly white and took on an appearance of having scales in certain parts. Her hands morphed gradually into something with only three fingers and a thumb, while her feet shifted until there were only two toes in front and a third toe like thing jutting off the back of her foot.
"Almost as if she was some sort of demon," you tell yourself as you turn away from the mirror.
Looking about the room, you think to the couple futile times you had wandered around naked, flat out refusing to wear clothes for the opposite sex and gender. When it had gotten you nowhere, you despaired and in the end went back to wearing at least the girl's pyjamas and underwear.
Looking over at the bed, you see the usual fair lying on top of the comforter. A pair of panties...this time they're pink with purple hearts...and a pair of girl's evening wear.
Picking up the pyjamas, you look at the one piece wear, with long white arms that end in a ruffled piece, with an elastic band to fit around the wrist. On the front top part is a purple floral design. Looking down, you note that, like all the others, they are footed as well. In the back is a simple snap.
Tucking you penis and testicles back you slide the underwear on and with some difficulty pull the pyjamas on, reaching back to pull your hair out and snap the back closed up at the base of your neck.
Looking back down, you see a hair piece and picking it up, you note that it is a pink and purple bow that wraps first around your neck and then around your hair, ending so that the bow part is situated on top of your head.
Tossing aside the hair piece, you pick up the doll and without giving it much thought, stick your thumb in your mouth, all the while you cradle the plush mouse in a motherly fashion. Desperate for a way out of this, dismayed at what is happening, you climb into bed. Lying there, tired but not hungry surprisingly, you ask yourself, "Gerald, what have you gotten yourself into? And how are you going get out of this predicament?" After a bit you drift off to sleep, comforted by the plush animal next to you.