This is a self-indulgent story of a transgender woman in her 20s who wakes up in a fantasy world with the body she dreamed of. Now she just has to survive an attack from Dire Wolves (and other assorted monsters) to keep it. This is also an experiment for me to see how well I can write a serialized story with minimal planning. I always over-plan so this will help me figure out which parts of the planning are actually necessary in the future. One last note: Although Naomi thinks about having a 'girl body' and uses similar terms, in truth, women come in all shapes and sizes. (And they will in this story too!) I have no interest in bioessentialism and only use these terms to keep the sentences readable. And often in the depths of dysphoria, even gender anarchists like me think in the regressive binary terms we were raised with.