Approaching what was clearly turning out to be the concrete wall of a building, you feel you spirits soar at the prospect of possible finding the bathroom and ending this feminine nightmare you have found yourself cast into. Stopping just a couple feet, you blink in the poor light, finding something to be off. After a moment, you realise that there was no door.
Astounded by this, you turn to your left and nearly gasp as you find yourself looking at another wall. Turning away from this new peculiarity, you blink a couple times, coming to terms that anther wall has formed in the woods. And then it does something really odd as it moves away from you, stopping well out sight.
A glance down and you see that where it moved away, cement flooring has formed instead of the dirt ground that should have been uncovered. Confused by this, you turn your attention back to the first wall and slowly begin to run your hand over it. After a moment, you start to trace the wall down to the other wall that had slid away from you, keeping an eye out for any sign of a door, sure that you must have found the public toilets again, as it was the only thing that made sense to you when you thought of what types of cement buildings would be found within a park.
Coming to the end of the wall, you groan in frustration when it becomes clear that there was no door and turning, you start walking back the way you came, this time counting off the number of steps it takes to reach the other wall, something you find difficult because the seven year old girl that you have become kept attempting to take control.
When you reach the end of the wall, having stopped a couple times to reassert where you were in your counting, you think over for a minute, looking up as you do so. Finding it odd that you can no longer see the trees, you thought, "That, with what I just counted, makes it seems as if I am inside a building," glancing down at the cement floor beneath your bare feet, finding this all rather odd that a building has somehow sprung up around you, inside a park, and that it was clearly not the public toilets that you had been seeking for some time now.
Pushing away from the wall, you began to stumble across what you are starting to think as possible a basement and after a bit, you find a set of steps.
A couple steps up and you found yourself on a landing. Glancing back the way you came, you find it difficult to come up with a way to get back to the park, should this all turn out to be something unpleasant or not what you are searching for. Sighing, suddenly feeling really tired, wanting only to crawl into bed and cuddle up to your favourite plush animals, you blink a couple times and forcing such thoughts away, you continue up the rest of the way.
At the top of the stairs, you push open the door and step into what appears to be a kitchen. Finding it all familiar looking, you thought to yourself, "Looks almost like the place I lived at before coming to this retched park," as you crossed over to the fridge an contemplate about opening it to confirm that the contents are what you normally keep inside the fridge and not something somebody else would keep inside the fridge, "Such as the parents of the seven year old girl I have turned into." you whispered aloud as you let go of the handle and turn away from the ice box, your thoughts straying to the location of the wall switch that will turn on the overhead light.
Instead of fooling with the contents of the fridge, or locating the wall switch, you instead yawn and switching tactics, you head out of the kitchen and into what was clearly a living room, something in the back of your mind screaming that the placement and location of furniture and the room are exactly like the way you house was set up.
Confused, you look at the entertainment centre, thinking of turning on your favourite cartoons, pushing the errant thought out of your head as you told yourself, "Mommy shant like me running the telly at this time of night," as well as, "I am not a little girl. I gave up watching cartoons years ago," and turning away from the television, you stroll across the living room and into the hallway that you know leads in one direction to the front door and in the other to the back bedrooms.
Thinking about wanting to confirm if this was your house by looking for the front door, another yawn escapes your lips and suddenly you find yourself stumbling a bit. Deciding that this was indeed your house, though how it appeared within the park was beyond your comprehension, you turn in the direction of the master bedroom and start toward it. As move, you grasped the hem of the shirt as you go along and without giving it a second thought, you pull it up and over your head and dropping it onto the floor, not really caring about what you consider to be more rag then shirt, you walk into your bedroom.
Immediately you see the familiar of your bed and for a moment you just want to crawl between the sheets and curl up and go to sleep. Instead, you turn away from the object you desire and head for the dresser. Opening two drawers, you take out a pair of underwear-like boxer shorts and a pair of pyjama bottoms. Slipping them on, noting that they are kind of big on you, but not really caring, you stumble towards your bed and climbing between the sheets, you told yourself, "This was all just a nightmare. When I wake up, I will be my normal male self. Not some seven year old girl," as you drifted and finally slipped into a fitful night’s sleep, plagued by dreams that escaped meaning and were lost to you the moment you awoke the next morning.