After another long and boring day at school (where she'd focused on little but drawing for the entire day) Doce was finally on her way home. It was summer now, so it was hot out, and she'd been forced to remove her beloved red and black sweatshirt. She walked casually from the bus stop to her house, aware no one was home yet. She'd just unlocked the old door and moved to step inside, but just as she crossed the threshold she felt her heart pound heavily; the images around her blurred, and she fell forward, her consciousness lost.<br/><br/>She woke to the sound of... was that a goat? She started with just opening her eyes a bit, not moving from the slumped position she'd been in.<span style="font-style: italic">Did I fall asleep at my desk?</span>She wondered.<span style="font-style: italic">That's a first.</span>Her heart pounded again as terror struck her:<span style="font-style: italic">This isn't my desk!</span><br/><br/>The girl immediately sat up to observe her surroundings. This wasn't her room... this wasn't her house! She'd never seen a place like this before in her life; it was as if she was in an old-style castle... a nice one. She wasn't standing yet, of course, she didn't trust her legs to hold her right now, she was having a major anxiety attack what with all the disorientation. Trying hard to regulate her breathing, she pulled her hands up to her chest in her "comfort pose," and immediately noticed something was wrong. Moving her hands a bit, her heart started to beat faster at the flatness of her chest. She braced herself, and, almost too afraid to try it, moved her hands lower.<br/><br/>Inside she was screaming, but she was the type to suffer silently... and actually, she wasn't a<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>anymore.<span style="font-style: italic">Wha... wha... I'm a... What the hell is this? I know what dreams feel like and this isn't one of them. This isn't my body, oh my god, oh my god!!</span>She--er--he had never fainted before and wasn't about to start now. Looking around, his entire body shaking, he located a mirror. Bringing himself to his feet, he staggered over to it, afraid of what the reflection might show. Upon seeing it, he stopped.<span style="font-style: italic">I know this face... But.. why? How? He isn't even real...</span>