Waking up... different

When Misty's eyes finally opened up, her head felt as if it had collided with an Onix.

"Where am I?" she thought and scanned the room. Much like the dining room, this too looked as if it had been trapped in the fifties since... ever.

"You're in the place that you'll call home for the rest of your life." a voice announced as bright light flooded the room. Staring down at herself, Misty found herself dressed in a cyan floral pinafore. Just barely, she could make out stockings leading into a pair of cyan vinyl pumps.

Reaching down to said stockings, Misty made an attempt to pull them off to no avail. Whatever was keeping them on prevented her from getting them off.

"Now, now, now. These are the perfect clothes for you. You just haven't realized it yet." the voice continued as a screen came down. A variety of images related to being a proper housewife flashed in front of Misty, pulling her attention in...