'What am I going to do?' I wiggle my feet in the air as I lie in the most comfortable bed I've ever been in. I watch each of my toes closely, reviewing ideas about how I can escape this place. The sight of my sexy feet amazes me. I gawk at how cute my feet and toes are. Yeah, my feet as a guy weren't that bad, but now they look like some hot supermodel's feet. Some guys would die to lick girls' feet like mine. These toe-licking feet belong to me. I can't believe what I'm going through right now.
As a guy, I would chase after me head over heels. No one would believe me back home—if I ever got back home. I sigh and roll over on my stomach. I feel like an online virtual reality girl, one who can interact with viewers in a virtual realm. There's no doubt in my mind that if I had an audience of men, their attention would all be lingering behind me. All eyes would be staring at my butt. It would probably be a virtual room, and I couldn't blame them. I possess a nice, ripe, and bounteous bottom. The thought of staring at such a beautiful woman flusters me. 'Gosh dang, I'm supposed to be a male. I'm supposed to wake up in another world and find a hottie like myself. I'm not supposed to be this way. Is this some weird fantasy, isekai?'
"Why me!" I shout.
I sigh, laying my head on the fluffy pillows before me. A few hours have already passed since I found myself here. My head rests on the soft cushion as I stare at the windows. I ease my hips after sitting up and leaning back on my legs. A slight jiggle of my breasts makes me blush. 'Damn, what am I supposed to do with these? And why is the closet locked? Am I supposed to just lie here in the nude?' I feel like a damsel in distress, ready for some knight in shining armor to save me. Once again, I scan the room. There has to be a way out of here.
I spot a tall mirror beside a dresser in the corner. It's the same height as a long vanity dresser but the width of a chest drawer. At first glance, it looks no different from the others, not as big as the rest of the furniture in this luxurious room. A fancy dresser fit for a queen, made of dark cherry wood with a dark stain finish. It has a single large panel but no drawers to store clothes. The more I stare at it, a thought comes to mind. The dresser has all the correct dimensions to be something mundane to me. I examine it further, leaning off the bed.
My breasts hang down in front of me like gigantic melons, but I know it isn't an armoire. It looks only to have one handle, and it's too small. I scoot to the side of the bed as my breasts jiggle and place my long, slender legs on the floor. I lean a little more, and my eyes narrow on the cherry-stained dresser. It seems to blend in with the rest of the furniture but sticks out like a sore thumb. It isn't big enough to hold anything but insignificant items, confirming my suspicion. I slide out of bed onto the floor as my breasts and body jiggle. My mouth waters. I crawl on all fours as I approach the cherry-stained dresser. I lick my lips as I stop mere inches from it and listen carefully.
A slight hum comes from the cherry-stained dresser, confirming my assumptions. It isn't a dresser but more like a half-sized refrigerator. I sit back on my thighs and stare at the disguised fridge. There's nothing special about it once I inspect it more closely.
Its design mirrors a fridge from one of those virtual reality shows my stepmother loves. Despite the modern look, there's no other technology in my room. I scrutinize every detail but spot nothing resembling the tech I know—no holo-TV, holo-Phones, or holo-Computers. I reach for the golden handle shaped like a lion's head and pause for a moment before opening the door. I gasp, my mouth dropping.
"I knew it. This isn't a dresser, but a damn fridge," I shout.
I check the bottom, finding food and drinks inside. Without thinking, I grab a bottled beverage and pop it open. Before I know it, I've downed four of them, and then a terrifying thought hits me. 'Could there be poison in these? Damn it, I'm an idiot!' All I can do is hope for the best. The beverages taste like nothing I've ever had, and I don't recognize the brand. The same writing from the coat of arms is on the bottles. They look expensive. I take another look at the food inside.
A broad assortment of food and beverages stocks the elegant mini-fridge. Further down, on the fourth shelf from the top, are several varieties of sandwiches. The rack underneath contains several unique types of delicious-looking meats. A few plates hold savory Swedish meatballs. A platter full of meat covered in reddish sauce resembles buffalo chicken bites. Another shelf has containers filled with cheese-covered pigs in a blanket with crescent rolls. Below that shelf are three generously sized trays of meat and cheese, each tray containing a different type of sliced meat.
One type of meat is unfamiliar to me—a slice of strange, dark-looking meat resembling pepperoni. Besides that is a fruit and veggie platter, hummus, and pita chips. Next to the hummus are four plates of cheese and cracker platters. Two cheese slices look like something cooked up in a lab—one is bluish, and the other has a green tinge. Despite their odd colors, they smell mouth-watering and delicious. On the bottom shelf are several containers of salads. The top three shelves hold an assortment of beverages. I grab one of each and enjoy the meal.
I know I'll need another miracle to survive what's happening to me now. My thoughts drift back to my birthday. There was a special present I vaguely remember. It stood out from all the other memories I scramble to recall from the party. The surprise presents we got for our birthday were terrific. I don't mean to tarnish our parents' efforts; they went all out for us this time. But this one... it was different... it stood out from the rest. A mysterious black box with golden symbols engraved on the wood, wrapped in weird silver and waxy parchment paper. It wasn't from anyone we knew. I find it strange that I remember examining the box for a long time. My brothers also took turns looking at the mysterious box. Only shadows fill my memory of anyone else attending the party. Even my parents are nothing but fuzzy shapes. Focusing on what made the box so special is challenging. Another important detail comes to mind: the name and instructions on the paper addressed to our mother, to be opened only on our birthday.
It came from our aunts—our mother's twin sisters. Our stepmother is also our mother's sister. She's a twin, while our mother is a triplet. Twins and triplets are common in our family heritage. Two out of every set of females are born as twins or triplets. One out of every male is born as a twin or triplet. No matter how hard doctors try, the anomaly remains a mystery. Every holiday, we receive gifts from them. Among the presents are a specially made birthday cake and exotic drinks. The paper explains that our aunts made the presents with ingredients from far-off lands. They want to bring us a piece of their world for us to enjoy. I never think twice about enjoying the presents. None of us do. We barely see them growing up, and any present from them is a gift we all treasure.
We expect that gifts from them will always seem odd to us. They constantly travel the world or do something extravagant. Their letters always fill us with excitement, as if they're telling us a story from another planet. They even send us books they acquire from antique shopkeepers. When we finally opened the mystery box, I remembered the most delicious taste of cake inside. I scarcely remember drinking the exotic drinks they gifted us before falling asleep. I only recall vague glimpses of myself eating the cake and drinking the exotic drinks with my siblings. The memory of events afterward becomes a void of fuzziness, much like where I am now.
I lay back on the mountain of pillows on the bed. With the many empty plates beside me, I sigh. Now that I've had my food, I decide to pick the locks, starting with the bathroom first. The problem is, I have nothing to use. All I have are the toothpicks from one sandwich I ate. Oddly, they're made from a metal alloy. That will have to do. I have to use everything I can to get out of here. I kneel down in front of the door and fiddle with the lock for a few minutes.
My progress is slow, if not at a standstill. Every time my dad showed me, he made it look easy. Of course, I know how to pick locks. This one is just being special. 'Maybe I'll have better luck with another door.' The next few don't yield any results either. 'What are these locks made of?' Nothing I do seems to work. Fuck, I have to pee. Maybe I shouldn't have drunk all those drinks. At least they weren't poisonous. Still, I don't know how long I can hold this in. I have to at least get into the bathroom. I can't believe no one has come to check on me. Shit, I could be dead in here, for all my captors know. 'Do these people even know what human rights are? I guess they might not be the kind that cares.'
The burning in my bladder gets worse, and this lock isn't picking itself. The building pressure pushes me to squeeze my thighs together, hoping I can hold my pee in. I fiddle repeatedly with the lock as the urge grows by the minute. I know I need to crack this lock, yet my technique is utterly useless against these superlocks. Damn, these must be level one hundred locks. My thighs quiver more, and the burning sensations overwhelm my senses. You'd need a lock-picking skill of one hundred fifty to stand a chance, not to mention an absurd sneak skill. I back off the door and walk in circles, trying to hold the urges at bay, but my efforts are for naught. I switch to shaking my legs as I walk. 'Pretty soon, I'll be dancing like a chicken.' I slap myself.
"Get a hold of yourself!" I exclaim.
I stand in front of the door, staring at the doorknob. I grit my teeth and hold my hands over my mound as I squeeze my thighs like a vise grip. 'Who puts end-game locks in a starter room? And where are the damn clothes? Am I meant to be naked all the time? Fuck it, I can't hold it anymore!' I search the room again, quickly finding what I need. A medium-sized green vase with flowers on top of a tall dresser. I get on my tiptoes and walk like a crippled chicken to reach it. This is going to be awkward. It's not like peeing as a dude. I guess I have to squat over this to make it work. When my resistance ends, a warming euphoria overcomes me as the pent-up pressure releases like running water. I tilt my head back as the warm fluids leave my body. I hold my hands above my mound and pee into the green vase. It's a habit after years of being a male.
It feels great to be done, but I still have to leave this place. I push the green vase into the corner by the dresser. I stand up and catch my reflection in the mirror. God, if only I remained a guy. Looking at the canopy bed's far side, I shake my head. Next, I look at the windows. I could scale the wall with a rope. I could use the bedsheets to make a rope. Wasting no time, I rip all the sheets and blankets off the bed. This could take some time. Finally, I sit on the floor with all the needed materials in one spot. I take a deep breath and start on the rope. Our dad taught us how to make a rope out of sheets, among other survival skills. He always said to use whatever means you have to survive.
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It takes a few hours, but I have enough rope. All I need to do now is get the windows open. If I have to, I can break the glass. Like the doors, the window looks like a challenge. The lock isn't like anything I've seen before. It's not a simple latch lock like at home. No, you need a key to open them. 'Who has key locks on a window? We're freaking in the sky!' Whoever thought of this must have made them level two hundred. Picking them is next to impossible.
"That's it; I'm breaking the glass. It doesn't matter if anyone hears me!" I snap.
I grab a nearby heavy chair. As I pick it up, I feel a sudden shock throughout the room. Despite being female, I still have the strength I had as a male. I grip it hard and swing it with all my might. The heavy chair slams against the window, and I think the glass will shatter. It doesn't… A loud thump echoes through the room as the chair bounces back and out of my hands. I fall back on my butt from the force, my breasts jiggling and my legs spread eagle.
"Ouch!" I yell as a searing pain shoots up my back. "The fuck?" I shout.
I quickly stand up and grab the chair again. Bracing myself, I run as hard as possible at the window and slam the chair into it. Another loud thump echoes through the room, but I maintain my stance and go in for a third blow. I set the sturdy chair down and sighed. Even with three forceful strikes, they all have the same effect. These windows are bulletproof. Just my luck to be in a room in a tower with unbreakable windows. I stroll back towards the bed and fall onto it and the lumps of rope. I collect the ropes and wrap them around me like a blanket. My body lies still in the bed, full of useless cords I made.
"This is hopeless," I whisper. "I'm not getting out of this room without help."
I wake up groggy as the sun goes down. I've spent all day trying to find a way out. From what I can tell, there's no option but to wait. I sit up and gaze out the window.
"I slept for a very long time and messed around all day. And yet, the sun is just setting? It's true; I'm no longer in Kansas... But where am I? Have I slept all day and all night? They couldn't have been this long, could they? Will the nights be just as long?" I say.
As night falls, the city's gloom lights the streets. A new cityscape appears before me, unfamiliar to my eyes. Instead of the artificial light of modern technology, an orange tinge lights up the night. It's almost like fireplaces or torches illuminate the many buildings. That seems odd to me. 'Does this city not have electricity?' But the fridge must have the power to keep the food and drinks cold. I'm not sure, as I can only see the tops of the buildings.
On the other hand, the palace I find myself in is lit up more vibrantly than the rest of the city. Yet, there's still an oddness to it. There's no sign of power. From where I stand, I hear no hum from the fridge, and there are no signs of other electronic appliances in my room. Each of the lamps in my room is lit up. They come on as soon as the sun goes down, yet no sound comes from them. I wouldn't have thought the lamps were powered. They appear to be gas lanterns, but they're not. No sound comes from anything other than me. It's so quiet; it's pristine. The more I think about it, the more this notion baffles me. Finally, out of curiosity, I go to the window. I don't have any reason to, but I noticed something concerning.
The stars... they... they don't look like any I remember. I gasp as I see what I've been debating about. The moon... or moons. I stand with my mouth hanging open. Not just one moon rises in the sky, but a trio of moons. 'This can't be. Where the heck am I? Maybe I'm seeing things?' That's what I tell myself, but the truth is staring me in the face. This... is not my world. 'Have aliens kidnapped me... or worse?' None of that explains why this place looks like my world. Sure, we can travel to most planets in our solar system, but traveling to another star is out of the question. There are rumors we have the tech, but it's being suppressed by some crazy notions.
'How am I getting home now? It doesn't matter if I escape or not. Where the hell would I go? What... do I have to find a damn spaceship and somehow fly it home? And exactly where is this? How would I even find my way home, to begin with? Worst-case scenario, my ass. This is beyond the scope of my survival skills. This is start-your-life-over-from-scratch territory.'
I fall backward onto the bed. My breasts jiggle as I look down at them. I want to be mad at the softness of the luxurious mattress. This is an impossible situation. Thoughts race through my mind with confusion and fear. The three of us might be trapped together here in this massive castle, or my brothers could be somewhere totally different. I know nothing about what's going on. It feels like hope is draining from my very being. No... I have to calm down. Somehow, I got here. That means there is a way home. Even if I can't figure it out, there is a way. I just have to find it. No matter how long it takes. I will find all of us, and we'll find our way home. My head feels heavy from the startling revelation. I close my eyes for a moment, and the next thing I know, drowsiness sweeps over me.