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I woke to the fresh pale light of morning. I could see my breath in the air, a misty cloud against the crispness of the sky. I was warm and relaxed but didn't know why. A bird sounded in the distance, and I suddenly remembered where I was. The desert. It had been dark when I'd drifted off to sleep, and now it was morning. Very early morning judging by the touch of pink that flirted with the horizon.
I sat up slowly and as the water streamed from my body, the morning air rushed in to surround my flesh. Flesh. I had flesh.
I held up my hands. They did indeed have meat on them, my fingers could actually move! I looked down at my legs and feet, they were now corded with muscles. No skin or fascia, just solid red muscles running down my legs and wrapping around my toes. I still
