Hitchhiking

The sun feels warm, washing over your soft and sensitive skin. It is getting pretty hot indeed, and you are getting increasingly tired. Soon it will be way too hot to keep walking under the sun, and you will have to find a cooler place where to rest. Which means that if a car finally happens to pass by, you risk to miss it and be stuck in the middle of nowhere for god knows how much longer.


That’s why you decided to take some extreme measures. You figured that a hot girl like you would have had no problem finding a ride, but maybe in this day and age people are still quite wary of hippies. But hopefully now that you are hitchhiking naked you will be able to get the attention of some male trucked or something like that. Grated, it will probably be the worst kind of attention, but at least he will stop and hopefully give you a ride.


You kind of regret not having joined that group of hippies in their travel when they offered you the chance to do so, but back then you were way too weirded out by your new body and overturned by all that had happened to you to happily get in a van with a group of stoners. God knows what could have happened to you if you did so, but in retrospect everything would have been better than being stranded in the middle of nowhere having to basically live for the moment as you try to get to New York. And even when you will get there you have no idea what you will do. You don’t even know who you are! There’s nothing in your bag that can give you any hint on who you have become after you have stepped through that damned gate!


All you know is that somehow you have found yourself in the body of a girl, in 1969, in the middle of the Woodstock festival. At least you have to admit that once you got past the initial shock and unease of having traveled back in time and being stuck as a woman, and most importantly once you got a bit high, it turned out to be quite an enjoyable experience, and you were even able to avoid ending up having wild sex with all those freaks around you.


But now you have to stay focused and do your best to figure out a way to get back to your time and body, even though you have no idea of how to do it. But if there is someone who can help you, it must be in a big city like New York or some other place like that, so for now you can start with getting there. Maybe once there you can also try to figure out your new life, just so you don’t have to keep living like a vagabond. The 60s sure were a crazy time, a time of changes and turmoil. You can just hope that as long as you are stuck in this epoch you will manage to hang out more with the peace-and-love kind of people, instead of ending up in some riot or stuff like that.