Obviously.

With everything that has happened so far the choice is very obvious. The key works and you push your way into the apartment. “This is so strange.” You say as your eyes scan the small immaculate apartment. It is as if everything here was purchased and set up some time ago, but kept untouched so they could market it as new. It is a small basically square apartment. The kitchen and living room are connected with only a bar with two tall stools separating them. The kitchen has a stove, microwave, dish washer, and refrigerator, but all three are silver and appear new. Looking into the living room, you see a pair of deep red leather reclining chairs with a little table between them that are facing a rather large flat screen tv on the wall, it is easily 60” and seems way out of place in such a small room. Oddly all of these are still wrapped in shipping plastic, despite being clearly set up. Off to the right of this large room is a little door that is open revealing a bedroom with a brand new also wrapped in plastic bed sitting on a simple frame with a black wood headboard with puffy pink padding. Walking into the bedroom you find an empty closet with a few shelves, and a bathroom, also empty with a nice looking shower tub with plain clear glass or plastic doors, simple toilet, and a sink with a mirrored medicine cabinet above it. Looking in it, you see it is similarly empty.

Walking around you check every drawer, cabinet, and shelf and find nothing. Clicking the dead bolt on the door you walk over, rip off all of the plastic, plop down on the couch, and click on the tv. An infomercial of some new exciting juicer greets you as the screen comes to life, and you click it back off in disgust. Pulling up your feet, you unbuckle the shoes and set them on the floor, peeling off your disgusting ripped stockings and tossing them into the trash as you do. “I can't believe I was in that creature. I can't believe I am still alive.” Pulling your legs up, you pull them close and give yourself what amounts to a sort of comforting hug. Your heart finally calms down and you become aware of another new sensation, the goo on your skin is still tingling as if it was still sort of dissolving you even now outside of the creature. “Oh fuck.” You jolt up and race into the bathroom and turn on the water. You scrub and scrub till the shower runs cold only stopping when you can't take it any more. Stepping out of the shower you use the largest of the pink shirts you grabbed as a towel. Finding the mirror you look yourself over and discover your hair style is ruined. The sides are all patchy and fucked up with the top being an odd mix of long and short hair, plus it all seems to have turned a sickly mix of green and brown. “Uugh I am going to sleep.” You whimper and pull on the smallest of the three shirts. It is still a bit long and looking in the mirror it almost looks like a micro mini shirt dress.

Not even wanting to spend the effort to unwrap anything else, you plop down on the recliner and lean all the way back till it is flat, for the most part. Clicking the tv back on you scan till you find some music and soon drift off to sleep. Calling up the clock on the tv when you wake lets you know that you slept till almost 3pm. Groaning you rock the seat forward, requiring a lot more effort than you expected, “Oh, I am so tiny.” You say to the room. Reaching over to your shoes you curse not noticing it last night as the acid still left on them has ruined them, one of the heels has fallen off and both are covered with pock marks. “Fuck. What am I going to do?” You say hands slapping your slender sexy legs. Quickly you police up all that you have. Three pink shirts, one that sort of fits like a tiny dress, the second that you realize you could really wear as a more normal mini dress, and the third that is just to big. Other than that all you have is the furniture here and the odd, obviously magic, key ring, with two more unknown keys on it. “What are you guys for?” You ask them, but of course they don't answer, however the longer you look at them the more sure you are that one of them is for a locker at a post office or perhaps a gym. “A subway, platform D. How do I know that?”