Oh no!
Oh no! The ticket begins to warm up in your sweaty palm. You hear a
voice yelling "Your wish is my command"! You spin around
violently as your body changes from the clothes of a 19 year old girl
and long brown hair to a confederate soilder. Your head begins to
ache. You reach to losen your ponytail but all that you can find are
short stubs of hair. Someone screams at you. At an impulse, you fire
your gun. You fall down, in a hospital you wake and find that you are
somewhere in Gettysburg, far from your own home in Georgia...
