Alice awoke to the chirping of birds and the feel of sunlight, though it seemed to be a rainbow of color against her eyelids as she shielded her eyes before opening them. Looking up she could tell she was in a new place. The room was immaculately decorated in a Victorian style. The ceiling that must have been 100 feet above her had crown molded shapes where it met the wall all around the room. The wallpaper was a rich blue color that seemed a mix of her sea blue eyes and the powder blue of the dress she'd been wearing before the witch had stripped her down to her nylons.
With a shiver, she continued looking around trying to keep the uncomfortable, yet sexually intoxicating memory out of her mind. There were rich oval shaped chairs with thick cushions and padding. Rich warm wooden dressers and tables, enormous mirrors with silver frames, carpets of an unimaginably complex weave a grand bed that was as big as an Olympic size swimming pool, to Alice, and multiple doors with golden knobs leading to closets or other unknown rooms.
Looking down at where she was lying she noticed she was still naked, but had been covered with a fleecy soft blanket that was wrapped around her miniature body. She was on a bed that was more her size. Nearby was an ivory porcelain tub with steaming water and bubbles, as well as a large chest and wardrobe situated around the bed like she was in her own little bedroom with no walls amid the other giant furniture. She had been shrunk by Glinda in order to flee the confines of the witch, and Gwen had carried her away, obviously to this place.
Sitting up, her wavy golden hair spilling over her shoulders, she blinked in the colored light noticing she was in the sunbeam from a stained glass window on the far wall of the monumental room. Standing on the wood floor, she quickly realized she wasn't on the floor at all but rather the top of a smaller wooden dresser where her own personally sized furniture and bed had been placed.
Staring around, spinning 360 degrees to take in the entirety of the grand room that should have been the bed chamber of a queen, Alice stared at the articulated ceiling and shouted with a somewhat hoarse voice, "Gwendolyn!! Where are you?!"
"I'm right here silly Alice," came the supple yet booming voice of Alice's lover and Wonderland guide.
Turning around suddenly towards the edge of the dresser where she stood, Alice saw the telltale blue smoke wisp into existence, grow and eventually take the solid shape of Gwen. As the blue smoke wafted its familiar jasmine scent towards Alice, she saw the beautiful emerald eyes blaze from the center of the cloud and take on the lovely, lightly freckled, chestnut hair framed face of Gwen.
"There you are darling," Alice said with a gleaming white smile she didn't bother to hide. She felt amazingly safe and confident in her companion's care and seeing Gwen's face smiling back at her without worry or fret was even more empowering and reassuring.
Gwen's head was gigantic to Alice in her shrunken form. Alice could stand on her shoulders and barely be as tall as the top of Gwen's head.
"You're finally awake my darling," Gwen purred pleasantly, her eyes aglow as the blue smoke finally faded leaving a solidly formed Gwendolyn. Alice could see Gwen had changed her clothes again. She was dressed rather elegantly, matching the room nearly perfectly. A lovely mint green paisley topless dress that was tight against her petite demure body that was slit up the sides to show off her lovely legs that floated slightly off the ground. On her feet she wore deep spruce green high heels that had pearls woven onto the satiny fabric with silver chrome metal tipped heels. On her legs she wore gray green sheer pantyhose that were flawless and gave off the faintest sheen in the setting sunlight. Her shoulders and arms were bare showcasing her creamy skin, while a lovely silver chained necklace, holding an Emerald the size of Alice's head and shaped like a heart, was around her supple neck.
"How long have I been asleep?" Alice asked, wrapping the snuggly fleece blanket tighter around her body to mirror Gwen's stance.
"Sweetheart, you've been asleep for two days," Gwen said with caring eyes. "That must have been some ordeal you endured with the witch," she added.
Recalling her entire adventure along the yellow brick road and the time spent as a hostage in the witch's castle, Alice found a sudden pang of frustration work its way to the forefront of her expression as she turned on Gwen with a puzzled, yet angry thought.
"Why did you let that happen, Gwen?" Alice asked. "I was helpless and scared and couldn't get free...."Alice paused holding back a tear that was starting to choke its way into her voice. "...and I needed you..." she ended with a tiny sob.
"Awwww silly Alice, you still don't understand. I didn't let that happen... you did," she said with stern finality.
"HOW!!!!?" Alice shouted, her entire little body trembling at the giant, elegantly dressed green beauty. "HOW THE FUCK DID I LET THAT HAPPEN???!! I was strapped down to a GODDAMN table, humiliated in front of that green psychopath wearing ruby slippers that YOU put on my feet!! In what way did I put up my fucking hand and say, 'strap me down and nearly fist fuck me out of my mind so you can get some red shoes!!!!'" Alice ended sitting back down on the tiny bed she had awakened on; her voice even more hoarse from shouting and crying at the same time.
"Darling," Gwen began with the patience of a mother trying to teach a child. "This is a place..."
"....Of my own making.... I KNOW... You keep saying that!!" Alice interrupted with a shout and a huff of folded arms and pouting eyes.
"Yes," Gwen continued, kneeling down in front of the dresser so she was eye level with her little blonde lover. "Instead of looking at what has happened, have you even tried to ask yourself why these things are happening to you? I don't know what your mind makes I am only a guide to help you through it. Everything that has happened has happened for a reason."
"So you say," Alice replied a little more calmly as she wiped away tear streaks from her face.
"Why don't you take a bath to calm your nerves and we'll talk some more over dinner, my sweet dear Alice," Gwen suggested kindly.
Nodding idly, Alice stood up, dropped her blanket without a thought and stepped over to the tub while Gwen watched patiently. The water felt good, as if it were somehow relaxing her body and her mind at the same time. The more she'd been wracking her brains to try and figure out what all of her days here in Wonderland had in common, or could possibly be telling her, the more her thoughts became a tangled knot of confusion giving her a headache.
Now, her mind was as calm as an untouched pool, serene and free of worry or anguish. She thought about how nice the water felt against her naked body, and set to washing herself everywhere savoring the sensation of being clean from head to toe. The lavender bubbles were therapeutic and she let the smell fill her nostrils as she washed her hair and her privates last.
