You pass out.
Regaining consciousness, you see it is now night time. You look up at the stars. You see them perfectly. You turn the attention back to yourself. It’s you, but you’re scaled. You run a hand down your body, feeling your familiar curves. You’re clothes haven’t changed, save for a hole in your dress for a long, spiny tail. You slip out of consciousness as your stomach rumbles.
You wake up the next day. Your iridescent scales reflect the sunlight beautifully. You need to eat and drink, badly. As you look back upon the water, you notice how tiny the waves are. They are hardly a cm tall, and if you put your heel where the water turned to sand, the waves are at your ankle.
You gather your strength, and walk down the beach in search of life. You come across a small camp, and decide to hide behind some tiny trees. You wait, and see that a group of tiny people cooking a tiny woman on a spit arrive. You take action, springing from the trees, and snatching all the tiny men. You hold them over your mouth before dropping them into your stomach. From the outside, it appears nothing is in your stomach. You rub your belly and give it a few pats, before looking back at the woman.
She was dead before the teeny men arrived, so you add her to the group of people in you. As you digest them, you realize that you’re a giant! You also get a feeling this isn’t your world. Do you eat anything you can, or spare people’s lives by eating as little as possible?
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