You don't see a reason not to.

Curious and afraid you turn the handle and open the door. The door clicks and you push it open. Inside you once again find nothing. It is as if this apartment was purchased today. It is a very basic studio style one large room apartment with a small bathroom on one side. The kitchen area is just to the right of the door, with a table like bar beside it that creates sort of a second room that is set up as a living room with a couch facing a big television on the wall. Behind the couch is a moveable divider covered with a zebra pattern. This is used to create another sort of room with a decent sized bed with black silk sheets, and a dresser that has a mirror on top of it and a small chair in front for putting on makeup. The bar, table has three stool like chairs around it. The kitchen has a stove, microwave, dish washer, and refrigerator, but all three are silver and appear new. The other oddity is the bed, couch, and television are still wrapped in shipping plastic, despite being clearly set up. The bathroom door is next to the bed. Walking into it, you find an empty cabinet above a sink, a nice looking shower tub with plain that sits a bit away from the wall with curtains hanging all around it, and a simple toilet. Clicking open the cabinet, you see it is 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. “Cute toes.” Pulling your legs up, you find you are flexible as hell as well, as you can push them up behind your head. Looking down over your body across your amazing breasts, you fight the urge to jack off and instead decide to surrender for the moment and stroll around the partition and tear into another sealed item. Once the plastic from the bed is in a pile, you let your tiny skirt plop to the floor and flop sideways onto the bed. You would really like a nice blanket, but it is comfy all the same. Lying there in the darkness, completely confused, and a bit afraid, you close your eyes. It doesn't take long for you to drift off to a fitful sleep.

You sleep till past noon, only finally waking as you hear some sort of commotion outside with a woman yelling at a child telling him over and over not to do something. As your wits come back you bolt upright you slap yourself all over to prove it was all a crazy dream. Sadly no, you are still a cute if not down right gorgeous shemale. “What am I going to do?” You say sitting up. Strolling out into the other room you pick up the only things you have, keys on a plain silver ring, and the business card of the person that sold you the car. Looking over both, you realize that you still haven't found any use for the tiny key or the padlock. “What are you for?” You ask them, but of course they don't answer. Walking into the bathroom you pull down the leather panties just enough to flop out your cock and take a satisfying morning piss. Then looking at the shower you decide you might as well be clean. Standing there for a few minutes you can't resist any longer and take hold of one of your sexy perky big breasts in one hand and grip your cock with the other. It doesn't take long to get yourself off, and you let a nice stream of cum disappear down the drain. A little more satisfied you climb out of the tub, then realizing you don't have a towel you decide to go ahead and do some simple exercises till you dry off. An hour later you decide your stamina is amazing. Padding across the apartment you gather up all of your clothes, plop down on the bed, and get dressed. “I suppose I have to figure out something. I don't want to be stuck like this forever.” Standing you add, “But where to start?”

Mulling over your options you decide the best thing to do is either go to the car dealership and see who bought the car. Go back to the store and see if either of the workers can tell you something. Search everywhere nearby and see if you can find what the keys open. Or actually go home. Grabbing the keys you figure you will decide by the time you get to the car, lock the door behind you, and head outside. The second you walk outside your mouth drops open once again. Looking around you realize that while you have no idea exactly where you are, you know where you aren't. You aren't in your home town at all. “How the fuck?” Your question drifts off into the wind, and now you really have no idea what to do next.