A Sheila
From Create Your Own Story
You pick yourself up off the ground, your head swimming in a sea of uncertainty. As you look down to see a set of perky full double dee-lightful breasts, you quickly thank the goddess for making you female.
Your honeyed caramel locks fall around your pale shoulders. You brush the sleep from your eyes and begin to question the mirror that stands before you in this small broken-down room.
"Who am I?" you ask your reflection, who immediately raises her shoulders giving a look of the unknown. You look for any unusual features, anything that might trigger a memory.
Currently you are wearing plain boy short knickers and a white singlet a couple of sizes too big, that your heavy breasts pop through the top. There are some clothes on the bed behind you (which you obviously slept in). Rustling through the clothes you look for tags, but find nothing.
In the pile is a stunning knee length red dress that screams sex. There is also a pair of blue jeans and a leather jacket with an old biker patch on it.
Looking around the room, you see that it's a self-contained one bedroom apartment that is falling apart. The walls, painted green, flake to reveal old 60's wallpaper peeping through the cracks. There is a pot of coffee (or what looks like coffee) on the stove. One chair and a table sit lonely in the kitchenette.
To begin with, you need to find out who you are, but the answer is not in this room.
You feel it is time to journey out.
What to do first, though?
