You sit in bed for awhile, the words of what Madame Morphia told you echoing through your head. After a bit, you start to convince yourself that it was just a dream and it couldn't have been real and you certainly are alive. Though you are confused about things Issabella pointed out to you.
Glancing at the window, you do see that it is in fact still raining and that for some reason you are not at all hungry. Plus, you realise that for all the time you have been here, you never once had to use the bathroom.
Shaking your head, you tell yourself, "Get a grip Gina," pause, think, "That's not right. My name is...."
But you draw a blank as to what your name actually is. Bothered, you slide out of bed, noticing that you are shorter. Standing in front of the mirror, you think your height might be about four foot nine, but you have no real way of telling. Sighing, you take off the pyjamas and begin to dress yourself in a fresh pair of underwear and a pair of pink, cotton pants and a pink shirt with white sleeves and a floral print on the front that reminds you of a pair of pyjamas you once wore.
Dressed, you pick up the plush mouse, kiss it lovingly on the nose, cradle it close to your body and then exit the room. As you wander the hallways and corridors for the day, you let your mind wander over what you were told in the dream.
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Not even wanting to undress, you flop back down on the bed, tired beyond belief. Snuggling closer to the plush mouse, you realise that the clothes you are wearing are really soft and comfortable as you slowly crawl beneath the bed sheets. With those thoughts and more in mind, you drift slowly off to sleep.
You find yourself staring at a lake. Curious, you look down and see that you are wearing a girl's one piece bathing suit. Walking to the water, you look in at the reflection. Reflected back is a girl, about four years old, with long dish-water blonde hair that gently cascaded down past the shoulders. Placing your hand between your legs, you note the lack of male genitals. "Come on in. The water's great," a voice calls out, interrupting you from your viewing.
Looking up, you see Issabella swimming toward you. Sitting down in the sand, adjusting your tail so you weren't sitting on it, you tell her quietly, "I think I'll pass for now. I do have some questions, though."
Issabella ducks under the water and when she comes back up she is closer. Telling you, "One moment," she ducks under the water again.
When she resurfaces, she is closer to shore and standing, revealing that she is wearing a tight bikini that shows off her body, she walks up to wear you are sitting and picking up a towel you failed to notice, she sits down with the towel wrapped around her. After a bit, she asks, "So what is on your mind?"
You sit for a moment, your tail twitching back and forth. After a bit, you ask, "If I am dead, like Madame Morphia says I am, then why is it that I am still alive outside of the dream?"
"Which is the dream and which is reality," Issabella asks cryptically.
You look at her and reply, "That's not an answer."
Issabella shrugs and you just sit and stare out at the lake. After a bit, you ask, "So why is it that I slowly turning into a girl with a fox tail?"
Issabella doesn't answer at first and you think you might need to re-ask the question, but suddenly she tells you, "When you die, you have the option of being reborn. Some people come back as an animal. Some come back as a human. Some people come back as something else. Madame Morphia deals with those that are going to possibly be reborn as an animal or human."
"So if I am dead, then I will be reborn as a girl? Or a fox?" You ask, totally confused.
Issabella nods and tells you, "That is why it is so important for you to progress. Until you progress, you are stuck. In progression you'll find answers that will possibly prepare you for the next life."
You sit for a moment and then open your mouth to ask something, but Issabella cuts you off by saying, "No more questions and answers. Come swimming with me. The water feels great."
You shake your head and tell her, "I need time to think about what you told me."
Issabella shrugs, drops the towel and wades back out. Turning to you, she tells you, "By the way, you make a cute girl," and then dives into the water.
Sitting there, information running through your head, you suddenly realise that Issabella never resurfaced. Bothered, you stand and start to wade out. Taking a deep breath, you plunge yourself beneath the water.
Only to suddenly wake up in bed, with the sheets twisted about you. Kicking the sheets off, you look about the room, then at yourself...noting that you have possibly shrunk another couple inches, but have suffered no other changes...you ask yourself, "What's going on here? And what is with these dreams?"