Getting some food

As you stare at your reflection, you lose yourself in the strangeness of what you see, as your fingers slip through the silk-like strands. Any trace of stubble or roughness on your chin is gone, leaving only the softness and with your hair framing your face as it is, you look...pretty.

You step back from the mirror, your heart pounding in your chest. This can’t be real, can it? But the evidence is right before you, as undeniable as the beating of your racing heart.

"What was in that bottle?!" you scream as you grab for the thing that had to have caused this mess but have to steady yourself on the edge of the tub as your sudden movement is accompanied by a wave of lightheadedness. You wait for it to pass before you grab the bottle again.

Unlabed as it was, you learn nothing more than you had the first time you examined it but you were suddenly **** for answers and the same goes for the shower cap. Hair doesn't grow that quickly but yours clearly did, so the only conclusion was that the owner had some miracle of chemistry or something.

"That must be what is behind the locked door...a lab..." you tell yourself still feeling a bit hazy.

As outlandish as it sounded, your mind latched onto what little it could to justify what you experienced. Strange...but normal.

Your stomach apparently also had some commentary to add because its growl interrupts your minor freakout. You put off feeding yourself long enough, it was well past time, and hopefully eating would deal with the foggy feeling.

You reach for the clothes you had folded and left on the hamper but they aren't there. You blink a few times before checking behind it and around the sides but still don't see them.

"I could have sworn I put them here," you say as you check inside the hamper as well.

Interrupted again by your stomach's growling, you decide to just put the robe and slippers on again, just so you can eat something and clear your head. Quickly you tiptoe over the freezing floors and go put the previously disgarded garment back on. You make a quick stop by the fire to find your clothes are still damp. Disappointed but not surprised you made your way back into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, you head straight for the pantry and take stock of the inventory. There is an assortment of cans that you shuffle around until you discover a simple chicken soup. You place the can on the kitchen table before checking the cabinets. You sigh in relief when you find a can opener in one of the drawers. In no time you have a pot on the stove filled with bubbling broth that makes your mouth water, though there was something odd mixed in with the aroma that you couldn't place. Too hungry to be concerned, you scoop yourself out a bowl and dig into what tastes like the best soup of your life.

It was only after you sat back, satiated, that you began to notice a strange feeling in your throat that spread to your lips. You felt your lips with a finger, discovering that they seemed to be swelling.

"Uh-oh," you softly whisper through your tightening throat, wondering if you had just poisoned yourself.