My eyes opened. There was no sense of reviving or waking from the deep sleep I was in. It was a familiar feeling as I sat up sharply and looked around myself, mixed between horror and relief.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
And why do I still have my memory?
I racked my trembling hands through my hair, startled to find them pink and swollen to their standard size. I felt my stomach, but I couldn’t feel my ribs, only a rounded bump between my plump breasts and my hipbones. I touched my shoulders, but I couldn’t feel the sharp bones protruding.
I sat puzzled as I took in my surroundings, trying and failing to understand what could have went wrong. Don’t get me wrong, I was glad I didn’t forget and that I was alive. But I had no clue of what was happening, where I was, or if this was jus
