Surreality (part 4)

My left foot once again yanked me from my depressed state and informed me that it was cold again. “Guess I should get dressed”. I had managed to figure out the intricacies of feminine under garments when the middle alien tapped on my thigh and bowed, my spirits had risen slightly when I found a pair of pants among millions of skirts, normally they would not have fit me but with my new body, the body of a athletic teenage girl, they looked like they would fit, but when the alien bowed my spirits plummeted to monumental depths. “As per the prophecy we must give you a ship and leave you to your destiny, all of your clothes will be loaded onto your ship of course. Please follow me”. Now putting pants on when trying to follow a 3 foot tall purple man is no easy task, made a great deal more difficult by the fact that they were girls pants and not nearly baggy enough to allow for such a exercise. By the time the alien had stopped, at another white location devoid of any features, I had managed to get completely dressed except for the shirt I was pulling over my head.
“Here is your ship”. The alien I had been following, said with great disinterest, it seemed that he did not much care for the ship design. At first all I saw was the same boring white emptiness but the fog, that seemed to permeate the ship, cleared revealing a massive ship. I would describe the ship except, despite being completely black, it seemed to blend almost completely into the white background, making it hard to distinguish anything about it other then it was very large. My plan to stand there in awe was spoiled by the small extraterrestrial as he practically shoved me into the ship, oddly enough without once making contact with me, explaining as he forced me toward the ship that all the clothes had been loaded as well as all the food I would need. I asked him why the hurry? He informed me that in order to avoid breaching a treaty with some other race that their ship must leave the area within two minutes, but my ship was allowed to stay, so I was being made to part ways with them. “You can’t leave me floating around in that ship. I don’t even know how to fly that thing”. I pointed out, while standing just inside the hatch of my new ship, in hopes the alien would send someone with me at the very least. It still boggles my mind, how such a little alien could throw such a large hard cover manual with enough force to knock me unconscious, it also started to concern me about the frequency of the head injuries I was receiving.
My unconscious state was lavender this time, quite soothing actually, and when I regained cognitive faculties I discovered that the alien ship was long gone, I was all alone and my right foot was cold this time.