Did I leave the stove on?

You have the most bizarre dream. Two creatures, vaguely humanoid are talking about you while you drift slowly in a weightless space full of what look like distant stars. You have no idea what they are saying as it is in a language that you imagine no human being has ever heard. But, there can be no doubt that you are the subject of their heated discussion, although you can’t say why you would know this. One of the beings you somehow imagine as female even though the creature is only vaguely humanoid and seemingly made up of stacks of long crystals of the deepest blues and blacks. The second similarly built creature is a bit larger and by the tone and quality of it’s speech and build you imagine it to be male. They seem to be holding what looks like a lump of clay or rock that the two of them are busying themselves in sculpting while they discuss you far, or perhaps just, below them as the exact concept of space seems to be lost on you at the moment. Their heated debate continues as they fight over the lump, all the while they in turn tug and pull at the clay causing it to change form till you see it is apparent it is taking on humanoid form itself. They seem to be making some kind of doll or sculpture of some kind, ‘how peculiar,’ is all you think. The female one seems to be in control as she works it, with the male one stating his opinions, and occasionally grabbing the doll for himself. The female continues to push and slap the hands of the male away until at last she seems satisfied with her work. In a swift, and drastic motion, she flings the doll in your direction. As it impacts you, a sensation of falling overcomes you.

Sensation once again floods into your being, filling you with adrenaline and causing you to shout in shock. Your eyes frantically dart around you, half expecting to see the shotgun wielding maniac still on the prowl, but instead you find yourself alone in an unfamiliar room... The first thing you notice is the heat. You sit upon a soft bed, deeply depressed by your weight, but despite being atop the covers, your skin still has a soft sheen of sweat. The air, however, is dry rather than humid, so not nearly so oppressive as it might otherwise be. You look around the room for a heater, or fire... Only to find none. The room is dark. So dark, in fact, that you can't fully make out the shapes in the corner of the room only 20 feet away. What you can see is framed by the wooden frame of the four poster bed you find yourself in.

Silk sheets slide against your skin softly as you tentatively crawl to the edge of the bed, which seems far too large for some reason. At the bed side table, you find an oil lamp similar to the old colonial lamps you've seen at historical villages. Its flame is barely a glow, but as you turn the dial to expose the wick to air the room fills with a warm orange light. You see dark stone walls, and opulent furniture with ornate patterns carved into it. You also see your body for the first time, and nearly shout again.

Your skin is pale, rather than the healthy tone of casual exposure to sunlight, your skin is so white as to almost be translucent. Beyond that, not a wrinkle, and barely a shaded contour, can be found on your lithe form. Even your hands are smooth, shorter, and delicate. The tips of your fingers, and the palms of your hand seem to break the white of your flesh, and fade to a soft fleshy pink. Your heart leaps in you chest as you continue your dumbfounded examination. Your feet are delicate, and with plump pink shapely toes that seem to have never seen the confinement of shoes, while your legs are slender and long... Well... Long is a relative term, as you hop off the bed and find your form to barely rise a few feet above the edge of the cushions of the mattress. Now upright, you find your silky black hair to fall in your eyes. It's smooth, and seems to be cut straight above your bangs, while the rest hangs well past your shoulders where it too is cut straight and evenly. It tickles your neck and back as you turn your head this way and that taking in the final few details of your body.

The first thing you realize now is that you have breasts, though not large ones... The subtle mounds swoop out thinly from the top, before the fuller bottom fills them out aiming your perky, rosy, nipples gently upwards. You give them a tentative squeeze, letting a subtly pleasant sensation fill you before continuing your examination. You groin is hidden behind an excessively lacy undergarment, but a quick peak reveals that you now have tight pussy lips rather than your previous cock and balls. Your lower half seems to be the most curvy part of you, with fairly wide hips, and a full pert rear. You reach both hands behind and give your ass a tentative jiggle. A bemused grin grows on your face, and you can't help but imagine how much you might enjoy your new toys if they weren't attached to you!

But... they are indeed attached to you, and a brief flutter of fear, anxiety, and even a little bit of excitement washes through you. Your hand nervously goes to your neck, where it finds your second, excessively lacy garment. You feel around a choker, with a lovely bow, and two tinkling bells hanging from the ends. At first, you think it some item of luxury, but as you continue to feel, you find it more sinister than it would seem. There is no clasp to remove it, and beneath the lace you feel a padded metal frame to what you now recognize as some kind of collar. A cold pit grows in your stomach, and for a brief moment you wonder just what type of life you've woken up to!

This realization shakes you from inaction, and your thoughts turn to covering your new body (hopefully with something practical!) and your eyes fall on a wardrobe opposite the bed, but before you can make your way there, a resounding knock shudders through the room.