Short stories2. I went downstairs and saw an astonishing design for a house interior. The pictures were hanged upside down and the doors to each room were different in shapes and colours. I just depended on my sense of smell and intuition to find the kitchen as the hallway was very long. Luckily I found the right room. The table was set for ten people. I guessed the woman had a big family. The woman came out from another door bringing a jug of red water. I offered to help but she declined and insisted that I just sat down and wait for the food to be prepared. A few minutes later, the door was opened a row of seven to eight teens around my age walked in. As I watched, they smiled at me. The lunch started without any of them asking about my sudden appearance. I took a walk around the garden outside the house and saw a wide field not far from it. One of the teens before was riding a white horse at the field. He came at me and smiled. “Care to have a ride with me?” he asked with a charming smile on his face. I was startled to hear that. A man saying those words to another man? It was a total bizarre. Then I remembered that I was a girl at that time. I refused his offer and headed back to the house. I accidentally went into the wrong room and there was a girl there reading a book. She grabbed me by my hand and started talking to me like we were best friends. She talked a lot about stuff that I did not understand and unbelievably it lasted for almost two hours. I wondered how she managed to talk non-stop without feeling exhausted. I excused myself politely and searched for my room but unfortunately I went into the wrong room again. This time there was a girl sitting in front of a mirror. She was very beautiful and her golden hair was long down to her waist. As she saw me, she called me to come to her. I could not refuse as I was astonished by her appearance. She abruptly hugged me and pushed me on the chair. I was surprised by her sudden brute strength. She told me how disappointed she was to see a girl like me wearing dirty dress and having my hair messy. I bet the dirt got onto me when I was walking at the field before. She changed my dress and combed my hair neatly. I was a bit embarrassed when she undressed me but I tried to think about other things. She put ornaments on my hair. I could feel her brute hand before had became gentler as she touched my hair. “A woman could not be judged by her appearance,” I thought. To be continued...