The breeze over Molly's skin felt different, warm and natural. The sound of the small coppery red fan that her parents kept on her bedside was absent and there were other noises. Things you only heard outside. When she opened her eyes she could hear others around her, but she was facing up at the sky and wouldn't be able to turn to see them. She lay still staring for several moments listening to the most confusing conversation that she had ever heard. There was talk of elves and Taylor Swift and blood sucking grass...nothing seemed to make complete sense.<br/><br/>Grass itched at her back, irritating her skin and prickling the underside of her forearms. She was somewhere far from home, the warmth was enough to tell her that and without her chair. She really needed her chair if she hoped to move. And slowly, as the people talked around her there was strange sense that her left arm wasn't raised in the way it usually was and her legs felt fuller, warmer somehow. She closed her left hand around a bundle of grass and turned her head to look. When Molly finally came to sit up and pull her legs up underneath herself she was shocked to find they responded. All of herself responded. A tendril of red hair hit her in the eye as she pitched herself up onto feet and shakily stood up. The body she was looking down at, was not her own.  She touched her face and it didn't feel like the face that shew expected to feel.<br/><br/>This was too real to be a dream and just too...weird. She glanced around the small meadow where other people were conversing and moving about. All of them nude like her and all of them confused. And the confusion made sense. Years of being poked and prodded by doctors and stared at and mocked by real unsavory types had eliminated most sense of shame and humiliation that Molly. Most of the others didn't seem to mind being nude, either. When she spoke even her voice was different, clearer and high, like a chime. "My name is...Molly."