Lying in the bed, the soft comforter covering you, the plush mouse cuddled close, you think about the dream you had last night and wonder why this is happening to you. You wonder if your friend...whom you strangely cannot remember his name...is looking for you. "How about my parents or my girlfriend," you ask yourself, though you find it strange that you would have a girlfriend.
"After all," you think to yourself as you push back the covers. "Am I not a girl myself?"
Shaking your head, you reach down and cupping your privates, feeling your penis and testicles, you tell yourself, "No! Gerald you are not a girl and this proves it."
Sliding out of bed, you look around the room and silently go over what Issabella told you in your dreams, wondering if there really was a connection between your dreams and what was happening to you in the waking world. Shrugging, you wonder what you should do today. "Wandering the hallways has gotten be nowhere." You think to yourself. Gazing at the plush mouse, you tell yourself, "Maybe I could have a tea party with Angelina," and then shake your head at such a ridiculous notion.
Wandering about the room, you open the dresser, look at the clothes, close the dresser and continue your searching. Opening the wardrobe, you take in the dresses and costumes inside, touch each one, enjoy the feeling of the fabric beneath your fingers, shake your head as if to clear it, think how pretty you would look dressed as ballerina, shake your head again and then after a bit you close the wardrobe.
Unsure of what to do, wondering if maybe something will change if you try and act like a girl, not liking that train of thoughts, you finally sit down at the pretend tea set, gazing at the plastic tea-pot and cups and then other doll placed at the table, lost in thought.
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A couple floors down, Issabella watches you in the mirror she and Madame Morphia had using to monitor your progress. After a moment, an idea begins to form as she watches you wander about.
Standing, she walks over to the door and pulls on a rope. Somewhere, a bell rings. A creaking noise from over by the fireplace announces the arrival of a servant and turning to the rather misshapen human-looking creature, Issabella tells it, "Tell mother that I have another idea and need her approval before I can act."
The creature nods, turns and placing its deformed hand on a section of the fireplace, disappears back into the secret passage. Issabella watches the creature go and then turns back to the mirror. After a couple of minutes, a gravelly voice tells her, "Madame Morphia demands not to be bothered at this moment, but will speak to you over lunch."
Issabella nods and knowing the creature has disappeared, she continues to watch the mirror and what you are doing.
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You, meanwhile, continue to sit at the table, which is kind of small for you. Looking at the tea set, you pick up one of the cups, make a saluting type of motion to the doll and pretend to drink. Finding this fun for some reason, you repeat the action, but stop when you reach for the tea-pot.
Setting down the cup, you look around the room, look down at the pyjamas you are wearing, stand and begin to pace once again. As you do so, you continue to tell yourself, "Progress is to slow. What exactly does that mean?" Over and over again.
Turning to the dresser, you walk over and opening the top drawer, you begin to go through it. In the drawer you are going through you find socks, tights and underwear. In the next drawer you find shirts...long and short sleeve. In the final drawer you find skirts and pants. Next to the dresser you see several different shoes arranged in a row.
Telling yourself, "I am tired of wearing nothing but pyjamas all the time," you begin to take off the evening wear.
Standing naked in front of the dresser, you run through your options, deciding if it is worth running about naked. Finally you open the top drawer and select a pair of underwear and a pair of socks. Tucking your penis and testicles back, you pull on the socks. Opening the next drawer, you take out a long sleeve shirt. Pulling it on, you see that it has Angelina Ballerina on the front and the sleeves go past your hands.
Struggling to push the sleeves up, you open the last drawer, unaware that you are squatting down in front of it like a little girl. Telling yourself, "I am not wearing a dress," you select a pair of pants and sit down on the floor.
Pulling them on, and making yourself look even more like a female childe dressing herself, you note that there is no buttons, hooks or zippers in the front and that it nothing but smooth fabric. Glad that it isn't tight and pressing into you crotch, you select a pair of shoes.
Again, you put them on without thinking of the fact that you look like a girl dressing herself. All you can think is, "Maybe if I dress like this, I can fool these people and get out of here."
Standing, you walk over to the mirror and groan at how feminine you look with your shoulder length dish-water blonde hair and round, youthful face with features that enhance the fact that you look like a female toddler. Walking over to the bed you pick up the Angelina Ballerina plush and clutching it in a motherly fashion make your way to door; intent on finding a way out of this place, hopefully today.