Prepare as best as you can.

Now alone in the room, you touch your face, and realize that you really do need to clean up. Your face is wet, sticky, and worse, it's already drying into a gross cake.

You curl your lips in disgust, but can't really push past the glow of that amazing sexual encounter. Not sure what else to do you drift out of the room and start making your way back to your own bedroom. You muse that this was one of the best sexual encounters you've ever had.... But you're not sure if it's because of your new body, or just the caliber of your companion. You blush as you realized you just came with someone else's finger in your cunt, a piece of anatomy you never even thought about having a day earlier. You cheeks are rosy red and you're not quite sure how you feel about being finger fucked as a girl... You were just taken by the moment, and Nealie was so aggressive. Things happened before you really had time to think about it.

You sigh and rub your eyes. But, GOD was it awesome. You still buzz with the endorphins from the encounter. It's not something you'd take back, but you're not quite sure if that's how you wanted to break in your female body. One things for sure though... You need to tell Nealie who you really are... Or at least let her know you're not Arvilla.

In your room, you find a wash basin with a cloth before a mirror. You're surprised by what you see. You see that same cute face from the vision, but you're wearing red lipstick that's smeared all across your cheeks. Your mascara has run down your cheeks, as well as back the side of your eyes from when you laid underneath Nealie's lovely plump pussy. You wash yourself in silence, wiping your face, wringing out the cloth, and repeating again and again. At last, your face is clean, and you take a moment to appreciate your perfectly proportioned doll like features. You turn your face back and forth, making sure you got everything before sighing. At least now, you can search the room better.

At first, you attempt to search the wardrobe, but every time you accidentally touch something, it flies off the shelf and tries to clothe you in it... The stupid thing is fortunately smart enough to realize you're already wearing a dress, and only tries to clothe you in jewelry and accessories. After tossing all the useless stuff on the bed, you turn back to the desk.

One thing you missed before is a hand clutch. Curiously, you open, but rather than finding a small trinket inside, you find an infinite black void. Your mouth gapes for a few moments, before you reach inside curiously... For whatever reason, you seem to have an intuition about what you can find inside... A ring... 5 bracelets... A book small enough to fit in your palm, and something that feels like a marionettists control cross and strings. You feel that there's much more. Food, water, A small treasury of gold, even a few things that feel like **** collars. You also feel a few small boxes with contents you can't make out.

Curious, you withdraw the book. It's small, bound in black leather, and like everything else in this fucking mansion, it has lace all around the edges. The front of it reads... "The Abridged Grimoire or Arvilla Tuloski" Hot damn. A spell book. It's probably the the working knowledge of that big journal you found earlier.

You withdraw the bracelets next. They have that similar glow that gives no light as your rapier, and with an epiphany you realize it must mean they're magical... But the effects of each item escapes you, so with resignation you return them to the clutch, and sling the clutch over your shoulder with its long beaded strap.

You continue to inspect the room, but don't find anything else that seems especially valuable, and instead head back to the grand hall to meet Nealie. Curiously, you peak into a couple of different rooms, but stop, feeling disturbed, after finding one room filled with people standing perfectly still with blank expressions on their face. Are these the shells you left behind when you killed the demoness Isyphenia? You leave and hastily make your way to your destination without detour. There you find Nealie waiting patiently by the door.

You walk up to her. "Nealie." You state confidently. "There's something... h-hey what are you doing?"

While you were talking, the woman had kneeled down and lifted up your skirt. "I know it's not decent in public, but we're the only living souls left in the estate, so there's no need to be ashamed. Go ahead, what were you saying?"

"That's not what I..."

"Step" she commands you.

"What?"

"Step!"

You obey, and a moment later she slides your bloomers, and crinoline back up your legs. She withdraws from underneath your now billowing dress. "Honestly Miss Arvilla, I'm surprised you forgot, you haven't seemed like yourself these past few hours."

"That's what I wanted to tell you!" You stammer. "I'm not... me." You shake your head. "I mean, I'm not Arvilla. Not exactly anyway." You sigh with exasperation and smack your forehead.

She simply gazes past you. "I see..." She states carefully.

"That's it? You see? I know it sounds crazy, it's just that..."

Nealie holds up a hand, and sighs. "No... I think I understand." She pauses to gather her thoughts. "I've heard about something like this before... It's quite rare, but the lords and lady's of hell sometimes talk about bothersome hero souls." She glances back to you. "I understand now... Arvilla... She was going to complete the ritual?"

You nod.

"But your soul possessed her body before she could?"

"I didn't possess anyone!" You insist. "There were these... These gods that... that..."

She caresses your cheek. "Shh. It's ok." She looks sad, but not dispirited. She sighs. "Arvilla is lost to me... She was probably lost to me before we ever came here. But you're here, and you saved me." She smiles softly, and her blue eyes meet yours. "So let's stay together, ok? Escaping hell won't be easy."

You nod sympathetically, and take her hand from your cheek to hold it in your own. 5 heartbeats pass before you realize what she's said. Your eyes bulge wide as it finally dawns on you. "HELL?!"