The Hotel (f-solo)

**Chapter 1: The Arrival**

Collette rested over cool white linen sheets completely naked. Her long straight black hair lay perfectly arranged over the fluffiest pillow. A warm salty breeze caressed her pale skin as the faint rocking sound of waves in the distance brought her out of her slumber.

Her mouth was awfully dry. Groggy, she sat by the edge of the bed looking down at her feet hovering over the wooden floor, as her eyes adjusted to the morning sunlight coming through smoked glass panels.

She found herself in a single room with one queen-sized bed, two nightstands, one sleek desk and chair in front of the bed, a minibar next to it, a grey single sofa on one corner, a standing mirror on the other, an opened sliding door that led to a balcony at her right and a built in closet that led to the entrance at her left.

She slid off the bed hoping to find something to drink in the minibar. A sudden feeling of terror ran through her spine when, for an instant, her feet failed to reach the ground and she found herself falling into a void. Half a second later, when her feet finally met the warm wooden floor, she realized how tall the bed actually was. At 5’4″ tall and now completely awake, the entire room already seemed larger.

With a few sure steps, she walked towards to the low fridge and opened the door. She couldn’t help but to notice the weight of her breasts sway as she leaned forward to peer into its content. The refreshing cool air against her face and chest made her skin prickle instantly. She grabbed a small unlabeled bottle of water turned around and single-handedly half-emptied it with a few gulps, while peeking at her reflection in the mirror. One thing Collette did not expect was the shrinking of her areolae to half their original size as her nipples hardened, to feel that good. She pondered as the sensation of the cold liquid cooling her insides disappeared half-way down her belly.

She capped the bottle and placed it over the minibar. Her hands felt so awkwardly small holding the bottle, event though it was a regular sized one. She looked at her feet and concluded that they were also small, although she had no point of reference to compare them with at the moment. Just like with her hands, they felt delicately small.

She stood in front of the mirror on her tiptoes, with her arms over her head, turning to either side to better appreciate her figure as her breasts loomed in the air. She was slim, but not skinny. In shape, but not exactly fit. She had a petite slender frame, narrow waist, broad hips and a bubbly derrière. Her armpits, legs and vulva were completely smooth, with the exception of a very well trimmed landing strip at her mons; just like she had requested.

She walked towards the desk and found an envelop that contained a welcome letter and a glass keycard the read “Room 96.” For a semi-nudist resort printing stuff on paper and having actual cards to open your room was not only old-fashioned, but impractical. The letter contained a corny generic welcome and details about what to expect after a consciousness download, which they were legally required to disclose and tirelessly redundant to reiterate. Lust, thirst and hunger among the most common ones. It gladly confirmed that for her convenience, the clothing, accessories and devices she requested had been properly and neatly arranged at the closet and at the previously specified locations throughout the room. Finally, it informed all guests that any information, request or feedback could be e accessed or made through the glass card sized console, or at the help desk in the main building.

Collette tossed the letter on the desk and crawled back to bed. She couldn’t wait to play with her new body before breakfast.

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