Hall of Infinite Doors
You pick up the cigar from the ashtray, and after a fair amount of inspection, you take a long draw, sucking the smoke into your lungs. You set the cigar back down in the ashtray as you begin to feel dizzy. There must have been something in that cigar, you thought, maybe I should have just let it sit.
Butit was too late now, your vision was clouding, your knees were buckling, and you could barely think straight. It takes all of your will to position yourself over the green leather chair so when te eminent fall occurs, at leat youll be safe. You let your body drop limp into the chair as you pass out once and for all...
You awake to find an older man standing over you, completely decked out in hunting gear from the turn of the century. He even holds an old hunting rifle in his right hand. All you can do is pray that it isnt loaded.
"Well what have we here," he says cooly, "It seems as if a tiny autumn bird has stumbled into my study" You blush at the thought, looking down to check your appearance. You notice that you are now clothed in a period dress complete with petticoats and ruffles. Tiny white gloves are now on your hands and your wearing a pair of black kitten heels. You look up at the older gentleman, confused. You say,
Butit was too late now, your vision was clouding, your knees were buckling, and you could barely think straight. It takes all of your will to position yourself over the green leather chair so when te eminent fall occurs, at leat youll be safe. You let your body drop limp into the chair as you pass out once and for all...
You awake to find an older man standing over you, completely decked out in hunting gear from the turn of the century. He even holds an old hunting rifle in his right hand. All you can do is pray that it isnt loaded.
"Well what have we here," he says cooly, "It seems as if a tiny autumn bird has stumbled into my study" You blush at the thought, looking down to check your appearance. You notice that you are now clothed in a period dress complete with petticoats and ruffles. Tiny white gloves are now on your hands and your wearing a pair of black kitten heels. You look up at the older gentleman, confused. You say,