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You awake suddenly, with the feeling that something isn't right. The faint light in the room is sufficient to tell you that you're not in your own bed, and a look down tells you that you aren't even in your own body. You run your hands over the silk-covered curves of your new female form for a moment, then slowly rise out of the extravagant bed you've awoken in. Taking a few tentative steps, wobbling a bit in your heels, you look around for some clue to where you are, but find nothing in your extravagant surroundings. With each step reminding you of the alienness of your current body, you walk out the bedroom's lone door and into a large candlelit hall. You attempt to find some sense of familiarity in anything, but your current location, all of the items within, and even your own self are completely foreign. Distractingly, every movement is causing the fabric of your lingerie to rub against your new, sensitive parts, and you have to take a moment to sit down to let the growing tingling in your breasts and crotch subside.
With a creak, a door at the opposite end of the room swings open, but everything beyond is totally black. Out of the darkness comes a voice. "Ah, you're awake. Excellent. Then let us begin."
