In A Room, Alone

As the world slowly lightened up, Nathan awoke in comfort. Unnerved, he sat up to find himself lying on a bed; his ankle had been placed on a cushion and was slightly raised to the other. Instinctively, he moved each toe and was relieved to find it not broken but a mere sprain. Nathan sighed in relief as he raised his leg and pushed it onto the floor; mild discomfort moved through his leg as he stood on it and approached the door. Wrapping a hand around the handle, he twisted it but found himself unable to do so.

"Well Fuck", Nathan muttered to himself. Hobbling away from the door, Nathan noted the nearby window and headed for it. Upon reaching it, he grabbed the handle and tried to open it but found it locked, so he cursed again. With no exit in sight, he moved across to the wardrobe. Opening the door, he was greeted by an array of differing coloured latex dresses akin to the ones that the former Mike and Luke now wore. A cold chill ran down his back upon the realisation that he had been brought into his sister's house and was now their prisoner.

With escape out of reach, Nathan returned to the bed to rest and wait to see what came next...