Press On!
Getting to your feet you look around you, gaining your bearings. You are in a field, and before you lays what appears to be a forest. Worry gnaws at your gut, but you know that you can not be afraid. If you are to figure anything out you needed to try and be brave despite your current situation.
Your whiskers twitch as you begin to walk. The action feels strange, though more graceful and elegant than it had when you were a male. You assume that you look exactly like the costume had -- a simple field mouse with beady black eyes and a brown-black tail. There were worse things to be turned into but you are far from happy.
It is a long walk to the forest, taking you two hours or so to get there. By the time you arrive night has fallen. You are hungry and tired... Needing both food and a place to rest.
Written by ShatteredBeginnings on 08 January 2016
