Rachel stirred. She felt like she'd been asleep for a very long time. Opening her eyes, she could barely see her surroundings; she was in a dark place. The air was cool and dry. She tried to move, but something was restricting her movements...it felt like gauze!
In a panic, she thrashed, and managed to partially free her arm. Ripping the bandages off her body, she sat up.
She was naked underneath the bandages. Touching her face, she detected no scarring. Thank God for that. Oddly, her skin felt softer and smoother than she remembered.
Her eyes seemed to be adjusting to the low light, because she was able to make out details now. Corrugated metal walls and a ceiling, with light shining through the outline of a garage-style door. One of those storage places you could rent?
She was laying on a low, padded table. It reminded her of Aunt Lana's therapy table, that she had to exercise on after her surgery.
Swinging her legs over the side, Rachel noted the table was taller than Lana's had been. She stood up shakily, but didn't fall. She couldn't have been layed up that long then, or she'd be weak as a kitten.
No sign of anything that could be used as clothing. Wonderful. She made her way to the door. It seemed huge to her, and even if it wasn't locked from the outside, she doubted she could budge it. Still, she had to try.
To her suprise, she was able to raise the door, filling the storage shed with more light. It was night-time outside, but there was a street light outside, illuminating the gravel road.
She stepped back a bit, and carefully listened for any signs of life. She heard cicadas, which meant it was late summer. Doing some math, that meant she must have been unconcious for at least two months!
Time for a closer inspection of her body. Looking down, she received her first shock.
Her breasts were gone! In their place were a pair of tiny buds, like a preteen girl! She placed her hands over her unformed chest, unable to believe what her senses were telling her. Her hands were tiny and delicate, with short nails. Running her hands over her body, she found nothing but smooth, flawless skin. No sign of body hair, even her pussy was bare, like a child's.
That explained why everything seemed so large, she was a little girl!
She placed her hands to her head as everything seemed to spin around her. Her hair was short and fine, and very soft. Moving back to the table, she sat down and assumed the lotus position.
As a housewife, she'd taken up several hobbies, one of them was meditation. She breathed, and began to chant. "Ohm mani padme hum..."
The jewel in the lotus. Her voice was young as well, and very soft. She didn't recognize it at all, but it was pleasant to hear.
Focus. Breathe.
Her breathing felt strange to her. Her tiny chest rose when she breathed in, but something was wrong. Like she wasn't taking in enough air.
She hyperventilated for a few moments, then took a shallow breath and held it. And held it. And held it.
Her mouth finally opened in suprise. She...didn't need to breathe?!
What had happened to her? How did she get into this girl's body?
Focus. She calmed herself. While important, those questions did not matter right now. What mattered was that she was naked and vulnerable, in a strange place. She needed to find clothing, shelter, and figure out where she was before she could move on.
She took the torn bandages and wrapped them first around her feet. The road outside was gravel, and the soles of her feet were tender, unused to walking barefoot. Unfortunately, nothing she tried could give her much in the way of decency without sliding off her hips as she moved.
She sighed and carefully crept outside. The way she saw it, she had three choices: try to break into another storage bin, search the Dumpster she saw at the end of the row of containers, or head for the fence and get off the property as quickly as possible.