An inn

When you wake up, nothing hurts, which is great, but a tad unusual. Typically something hurts, your back, an ankle, a knee, something. You blink a few times and sit up scratching your head. The sides of your head are shaved to soft stubble. You are in a old looking hotel room with a large bed, an orb in the ceiling that must be an odd light, a small table and two old wooden chairs. Light beams through an open window that is some kind of, maybe silk, woven screen with no glass, only shutters that are currently open. You glance down at yourself as you push off the bed to stand, “Oh, I’m the redhead tomboy in the video.” You are wearing the same cute flowery pink and yellow dress that she was wearing at the start of the video before the horse cocked elf entered the scene. There is a small backpack and bedroll on the table, and a pair of slippers on the floor next to you. The floor is wood and cold, so you slide your new cute pink nailed feet into the comfy slippers. A quick crotch check reveals you are indeed female, but after all the yelling, you are not pregnant at least. Odd, as you have that thought a tiny part of you gets that nagging pinch of sadness.

Picking through the backpack, you discover it is obviously magic as it seems larger inside. You find, pink and white running shoes, 6” clear heel stripper shoes, 4” heel knee high boots, a bunch of clothes, several bikini style underwear, socks of various lengths, belly revealing tops, stylish ripped jeans, and two more cute summer dresses. You also find a water skin, a long single bladed boot knife, a sturdy belt, and a little journal with an ink pen strapped to it with a strip of leather.