Free At Last
Giselle was free.
She felt it the moment the spell lifted. Her skin felt as though it were tearing into a thousand pieces, stretching over too small a surface as she shot upwards; growing back to her normal size.
She was in some sort of shop, she noticed. The wooden box that had held her for so long lay abandoned at her feet. She scrambled towards the door, fumbling for a moment with the lock.
Her ballerina gown attracted strange looks from people on the street, but Giselle ignored them. Starting out on unsteady feet, she ran without looking back.