You have to eat at least.

Looking at the clock, part of you wants to go out on the town and party, the rest, just wants pants and a sandwich. Checking the fridge yields a bounty of fruit, carrots, and a jar of chunky peanut butter. No sandwich, but you find crackers. With a shiny silver knife you plop on the couch and fire up the television. You spend the next three hours eating, drinking, and eventually loading every clip and speed loader for the two pistols. When that is finished you even decide to load up 5 30 round mags for one of the rifles.

What finally there is nothing to watch, you start clicking through the channels. Soon enough you discover why there isn't anything normal here, like clothes. You find a shopping network that is some kind of smart channel as you seem to be able to search for just about anything. Not only that, it offers, "Same instant delivery, limit one order per account per month." And as that page glows a familiar blue glow it seems pretty clear this is another form of magic. It would also seem that while you only get one order, you can spend as much on as many items you want.

As if in a trance you find you have picked out thirty pairs of shoes before you shake the madness loose with a giggle and delete all but two pairs, a pair of pink and white cute running shoes and a pair of 6" platform heel black strappy sandals. You also pick out a cute neon orange g-string with matching tiny bikini top. Next you quickly pick out three tiny skirts, blue jean, black leather and of course you couldn't resist a plaid school girl skirt. Moving on next to two black dresses, one ultra short with thin straps, the other a tad longer bodycon shirt dress. This of course leads to a lot more dresses but you again shake it off and add only one more, a sexy strapless red leather tube dress. Two more sets of bikini like undies round out all the clothing, one black, the other lime green.

A link catches your attention next for vehicles, which seems impossible, yet thinking of trying to carry everything without a car seems stupid. That said the more cars you look at, even cool $100,000 plus cars, the more a sense of terror builds within you at the thought of driving a car in the city. You even have a flash of a memory or dream you know isn't yours, or is it, of a terrible car crash that killed one of your parents. "What the heck is going on?" You ask looking at the back of your slender hand for answers, "That didn't happen, did it? Did I change or am I someone else?" Not wanting to face them any more you switch your search and as several cute little scooters with box like storage under the seat that should work fine or possibly a little 250cc motorcycle. As you look over all the options you begin to again feel a strong urge to rebel against the apparent wishes of this little sissy body and again click on a link for a car. Looking at the little red convertible almost sends you into a panic attack and you have to get a soda to calm down, "What is wrong with me?"