Last you remember, you were looking for free getaway opportunities, since life's been weighing on you recently. One of them seemed appealing and not at all a scam, so you set up a meeting with the providers to be interviewed for it. They agreed to take you for the free trip and you shook the man's hand. Then suddenly someone behind you forced a wet piece of cloth over your mouth and nose.

The smell was sickly sweet, and your vision blurred almost immediately. You struggled briefly, but strength drained from your body as darkness pulled you under. The last thing you heard was muffled laughter before everything went black.

Now, in the present, you wake in what looks like some back part of the building you were interviewed in. The concrete floor feels cold against your skin. Your clothes hang awkwardly, not quite fitting right. But when you try to push yourself up, you notice something strange—your hands look different, smaller, more delicate. Uh-oh.