She faded into unconsciousness again. For those four days, that was only what she had remembered, and the faces of the people who had come to watch her. On the fifth day, she woke up, as if from natural sleep and stretched her muscles out. As she looked at the room, another wave of panic engulfed her. 'My God, it's true!' She thought as her eyes touched every detestable furniture and color in the room, 'It wasn't some wacky dream!'

She looked around and was grateful that she was alone. As she sat up, she feared the pain of movement, but was surprised to find out she felt none. As she looked at the spacious room, the bright windows in either side of her futon caught her eye, laying golden rectangles across the Oriental rug.

Bringing her knees up, she rested her arms on them, and was surprised when she found them not of her own. It was then that what happened to her dawned at her fully. She had completely changed. Her skin had once been golden because of her daily runs and Kodachi's was delicate, fragile and almost pale against the white linen. At least her hair hadn't changed much. Before, when the sun shone off it, it would show streaks of blue, now it was just completely black. She was in a new body. How strange. As she looked down, some of the curls fell forward. Another surprise, she brought her hand up to them, as if testing it. With her hands, she explored her face, wincing when she touched the wound. She had the urge to look at herself in the mirror to see what face stared back.

She got out of the futon and winced. It felt strange. It seemed everything had gotten larger. Things that before was as tall as her hip now rose to her ribs. She brushed away her gown and looked at her feet. They were tiny. She laughed. She could finally fit in those cute shoes that looked ridiculous in her size. It's just that...in this century, she wasn't sure if cute shoes existed.

Padding over the from her futon stepping on tatami, Akane walked towards a beautiful cherry-wood full-length mirror stationed against one pink, black and gold shoji. She stood there looking at herself. Long, curling black hair that someone had tied into a high ponytail before she fell asleep hung fraying about, nice mouth, little nose. The blow to her head made a part of her forehead swollen and on one side of her face was a yellowing bruise. Her body was hidden a black cotton night thing that buttoned up her neck, ending with a scratchy lace under her chin. She lifted her gown to see the body that lay underneath and made a face. Big breasts, big stomach, big thighs. Akane had been proud of her body, long, lithe and golden. She had been one of those women all other women hate. The type that ran everyday and loved every moment of it.

She looked at her breasts with the detachment of a doctor examining a patient. Big, but nicely shaped. Although she had insisted she liked her small, pert breasts, she had secretly wished a more voluptuous figure. 'Well, I've got it now...I wonder for how long?'

She studied her face closer. It was completely unappealing, she decided. Puffy, unhealthy, pasty, the kind of face of a person who abused life and body. She tried to guess how old she was and tried to remember how much that man told her....

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Disclaimer:: Since this is near the start, a big bulk of what happened came straight out of the book that I based it on. I don't have the book anymore, but this part was lifted out of there. I did not write this. The book is 'When there is Hope'. The reason why this happened was that I was very young when I began this. I am planning to rewrite this part because of that fact, but I am finishing the story first.