You trail a slender finger across the glass-like surface. Your name is... Jennifer, you think. Your friends called you Jen. You part your full red lips and bare your teeth at the image - for no particular reason. You look yourself over, pleased at what you see. Your long legs and slim body are well toned and tanned. From the proportions of your thin feet and hands you'd guess that you are fairly tall, around six feet. Your hair is short, blonde and prickly with tiny highlights of gold and brown.
Your appearance brings you a bit of comfort in your unusual situation. You wrap your arms around yourself, to reinforce that comfort rather than any measure of cold. It is then you notice your breasts, perky and round. Not too large, but well enough. You smile again and turn around to examine your surroundings.
"Much like, my lady?" a crooked little voice speaks up from the shadows, causing you to jump in suprise.
"Who... whos there?" you ask, increasingly nervous.
"Another face-take?" the litte grunting continues, "You always take faces. Always pretty, I think. Take mind too. Minds are pretty too, right? Thats what counts? Keh-heh-heh."
"Who are you?" you repeat, "What is this place?"
"Oooooohhhh no! I not tell you that. You trick me last time. You say not to tell so I not tell. Then you beat me for telling when you tell me to tell not. I open the door for where you want to go. You have weird hobby, I think, but not my place to question."
"Please," you stammer, "please tell me..."
Scuffling noises echo throughout the room, "You tell me to open the doorway back into the world for your hobby, so I do. If you really want me to tell you, I can close door and show you back to your room. IF you punish not to hurt! You ask, so I will tell..."
Mon Nov 26 13:36:53 2001