A couple of stops first.

Three pink shirts aren't going to get you anywhere or help you turn back into yourself so you have to see what the last two keys open. Deciding not to look like a total slut you put on the middle sized shirt that goes down to your mid thighs. Carefully you fold up the other two shirts to take with you, then as you try to do something with your mop of hair you decide the first thing you need to do is get it cut and styled, “I can't go out like this.” You say with a whimper. Aah, you think, why do I care so much about my hair. As you think that it hits you again, “Oh my pretty hair.” To get your hair styled you need money, it's that simple, and you don't have any. Stepping out of the bathroom you look over the room and realize you do have the stuff here, you could try to pawn something. Sadly you quickly realize the only thing you can really carry is either the toaster oven, or microwave, both of which you know aren't worth much. That said the microwave is actually pretty heavy so you just grab the toaster oven and head outside.

Stepping into the elevator, the doors slowly shut and find it a tiny bit startling that there isn't a button for the 17th floor. “Wait?” You push the door open button and it slides back open, right in front of you is apartment 1401. “Oh that is so creepy.” Letting the doors close you push the one for the first floor and let it take you down. The much different elevator takes you to the ground and you walk outside, the sidewalk is rather cold and you instantly wish you had shoes. Looking left and right you can tell whatever city you are in must be pretty big as there are a lot of apartment buildings around. The longer you stand there the more you want to set the toaster oven down also as it is getting rather heavy. With no idea where to go other than to find the subway, you just start walking. A block later you actually see a little store that sells all sorts of things and walk inside. The little old dude doesn't want to buy it, really, you don't think, but he does take it from you and you walk out of the store on a brand new pair of bright yellow flip flops with a twenty dollar bill in hand.

That twenty is gone exactly two minutes later when you talk a woman at a salon to fix your hair. You can't help but get a bit of a half chubby every time her massive breasts brush against you. Sitting there you would guess she is maybe 5'6” at most yet she seems so much bigger than you. The two of you just sort of chat about nothing, and when she is done and you stand up you can't even really remember what the hell the two of you talked about, yet both of you were talking the entire time. It is a little bit creepy, but then again as you think part of it was about a dating television show it may not have been worth remembering anyway.

“That's about the best I can do Paige. I hope you like it. I went ahead and colored what you had pink and platinum like you said you wanted sweetie, I am so sorry to hear about your accident.” She then hands you a mirror. Looking at yourself you can't help but open your mouth in awe. You are ever so cute and sexy. The sides of your head are now basically shaved but what you have on top falls down on all sides starting platinum blonde that transitions into a light cute pink, it is a little bit longer in back giving you sort of a natural ever present pony tail. Looking at your sexy mouth as it stands agape a little you also are a tiny bit surprised to see a cute hot pink capped tongue stud in your mouth.

“I love it Vanessa, you are amazing.” As you hug her you sort of get lost with your head in her breasts, but still you can't help but think, 'Wait is my name Paige?'

Walking out once again broke but palming something you didn't remember picking up. A subway pass card. “Whoa where did I get this?” Yet you have no idea. A half block later you see a subway entrance with a big yellow D on it. I guess this is it. You make your way down the stairs and swipe the card. The train only goes one way away from here and there isn't a locker in sight. Confused you head back upstairs and right outside of the stairs you notice two little lockers designed for bicycles. “Huh.” Looking at the key you even see the correct number is now printed on it. “Weird.”