“Excellent choice!” says Rosa with a smile. “I'm sure you'll be very happy. Now, hold still; this won't hurt a bit.”
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You don't actually remember passing out again, but you must have, because the next thing you know you're opening your eyes again, in another unfamiliar place. As your vision clears, the first thing you see is a collection of eager faces hovering over you.
“She's awake!” squeals one of the girls hovering over you.
“Shh!” says another. “You'll scare her. Remember when you first arrived at the house?”
“Sorry, Fran...” says the first.
“Well don't just stand there gawking,” says the second one, apparently named Fran, “Let's help our newest sister to her feet!”
Still stunned, you accept the offered arm and pull yourself unsteadily to your feet. In the process, you become aware of several things very wrong with your body. The first to catch your attention is the shiny black hair that slides across your face, but it isn't long before your gaze moves downward and you're clutching at yourself in frantic horror.
“Boobs!” you squeak, nearly hysterical. “I have boobs!”
The girls giggle. Fran hides a smile as she tries to quiet them down.
“Now, now, girls;” she says, “You know how hard it can be adjust to your first placement.”
The girls nod reluctantly, but continue to hover about until Fran shoes them away.
“Why don't I show you to your room?” she says, glancing meaningfully at the others. “You can come meet the rest of the house after you've had a few minutes to get situated, okay?”
Still more concerned with feeling yourself up than anything going on around you, you nod absently and let Fran lead you down the hall to a small, tastefully decorated bedroom. As she closes the door behind you, you manage to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror mounted on the inside.
Staring back at you is a petite Asian girl with straight black hair, dressed in a tastefully modest powder-blue blouse and skirt. You wave, watching in fascination as the svelte young woman in the mirror waves back. Fran indulges you for a moment, then gently grabs your shoulder and turns to face you.
“I know” she says, “It can be something of a shock a first, being placed. It's Amy, isn't it?”  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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