Maybe she'd gone insane. That would certainly explain the extra voice in her head.

What... what are you doing here? Raven asked.

Actually, you're the guest. I am the host. We're going to get to know each other very well.

This isn't real. Raven raised her hands to her face.

Oh, it's very real. Why don't you take a look at yourself? Examine your new lodgings. I'd like to know what you think.

Raven's hands rested oddly over her face. She moved her fingers. Something wasn't right about the shape of her face. It wasn't as full as it was supposed to be. The bones were sharper, more pronounced.

Her hands were shaking as she lowered them. Her eyes were still unfocused. She couldn't see where she was. She had the dim impression of two or three figures standing nearby, watching her, but she couldn't make out any details. She was in a room or a tent, some enclosed space.

Look at yourself, the voice in her head said, more forcefully.

Raven found that her immediate field of vision was functioning better. She was able to focus on her hands as she dropped them from her face. Her fingers were long, elegantly narrow, the backs of her hands graceful. Her fingernails weren't chipped or bitten, like they were supposed to be.

These weren't her hands.

Even so, they moved as her mind commanded them to. She waggled her thumbs experimentally, and the strange hands obeyed without hesitation.

She was sitting half-upright on a bed. A dark blanket covered her. With a sense of awe, fear, and curiosity, she reached for the top edge of the blanket. She could feel that she was wearing no clothing. She slowly peeled the cover away, letting it drop to the floor.

Raven looked down in absolute wonder at her new body.

It's so beautiful, she whispered inside her own thoughts.