something quite unexpected?

Monica finally looked up, still breathing deeply, and her eyes widened.

*What the hell?*

This wasn't what she expected at all.

Gone were the rocks and dark skies. She was kneeling on a cool patch of dry grass, on a warm summer day, in what looked suspiciously like Hyde Park. She looked around slowly in wonder.

Strange.

Stranger than that, her clothes had changed. Gone were the sensible leggings and t-shirt. She now found herself wearing an extremely short white pleated skirt, a sleeveless top, a baseball cap and sneakers. She stood up feeling **** and half naked, trying to keep the skirt from blowing up in the wind.

*So much for my mental self projection theory* she thought grimly. She had never worn a tennis skirt in her life. She stood up and brushed herself down, looking for the gate to level 3.

There. She saw it - a hundred meters away, through the trees. She started to jog towards it, holding the short skirt down to protect her modesty.

Meanwhile, the demons were falling about laughing. The Devil held up his hand for quiet.

"Doesn't she look So much cuter now?" (Laughter). "Don't worry, we've got some great alternative outfits coming up for her if she manages to get through this. But that not likely... those little white panties are going to be tugged down to her ankles any minute..... Now!"

Something grabbed Monica's arm and pulled her off balance. She looked and felt her cold with shock - a vine had wrapped itself around her bicep. She yanked her arm away.

More vines were snaking towards her from the trees, reaching out to grab her! Particularly from that old, black oak...

And then she saw something protruding from the oak - a large wooden shaft, dripping with sap, throbbing, fat and swollen, and aimed right at her. The oak was shivering with an ancient, insatiable lust.

Another vine wrapped around her leg and tugged her towards it. Other vines reached for her, grasping and tearing at her clothes, trying to pull her to the tree.

The tree! They were going to make her fuck the tree!

"Not fucking likely!" She shouted, ripping the vines off and beginning to run again, thoughts of holding her short skirt down to protect her modesty quite forgotten.