Kriss slowly emerged from her artificial sleep. It took her some time to remember what had happened and then everything came back in rush, to her last memories. They were pleasant memories as she had won herself an ally and had been healed and cared for.<br/><br/>But as the cobwebs slowly evaporated from her dazzled mind, she was struggling to reconcile her last souvenirs with her present situation. She was now standing outside, the morning sun was already high in the air. She was in a park, against a tree... She looked around, trying to focus her blurry eyes.<em>It looks like Bryant Park</em>, she thought.<em>What the hell do I do here?</em>A strong smell of urine came to her nostrils. She tried to look down at her body but the yoke stopped her. Still, she could feel she was wearing something like a skirt, and shoes on both feet, although her chest was still bare. There was a strange itching in her nipples, and in her pussy as well. And also against her face. As if something was glued to it. She shook her head and a strand of blond hair swirled in front of her.<em>What the fuck? I am blond now?</em><br/><br/>She could not see herself, but to anybody, she was now totally unrecognisable. Gone were her clothes, gone was her fiery red mane, and her body looked like a wreck. Her ridiculous outfit finished to render a total stranger to the city.<br/><br/>Kriss tried to move. She felt something heavy attached to her feet. She lifted one foot and had a shock at the sight of the knee-long, striped red and white socks, the knee pads and the vintage roller-skates. What a bad joke!<br/><br/>Cautiously, she straightened herself until she could stand. Then she attempted a step. The roller-skates were not helping. By chance she was standing in tall grass, which prevented the skates from rolling. She looked around at the buildings and got her bearings. She was indeed in Bryant Park. What she was doing here, she had no idea, but at least she knew which direction to take.<br/><br/>She walked across the park and then followed the 40th street until she was back on the 5th avenue. Now she was out of the grass and she would have to skate. She made a few tries. The street were no longer the smooth strips of asphalt they used to be. Covered with gravel and rumbles, cracked, they were a dangerous ground for a roller-skater champion. And Kriss was no champion...<br/><br/>She fell often, weighed down by her yoke. Her left heel was still painful, making it even harder to keep her balance. Every fall was painful as she could not use her arms to absorb the impact. Getting back on her feet was even more a challenge than before.<br/><br/>The worse was maybe the flies. They were attracted by the urine that was soaking her clothes and wig and Kriss could do little to scare them away. They kept flying around her and crawling on her bare skin. Only her face was protected thanks to the latex doll mask she was wearing.