And, then, Sable finds herself stretching someplace else. The weather is still pleasant, and things look nice. But it's very obviously not her backyard! It's the roof of a billionare's row-esque skyscraper looking down on the ocean!!!

What.

She's never been prone to hallucinations before, but maybe there's a first time for everything? She walks to the edge of the roof (further than the fifteen feet of backyard she has, interestingly failing to run into her fence) and looks down.

It's a very nice and pretty, chalk-white beach! With lots of umbrellas and people enjoying the breeze and bubbles and the salty, crisp seaside air!

She sits down on the edge and stares. That's a lot prettier than anything she's seen in at least a year.

A tiny hint of a smile crosses her face.

Well, there has to be a way of getting up here AND getting down, otherwise she'd see someone else just as stuck as her. And it only takes a few seconds to see what looks it HAS to be the door for the stairwell to the roof... until Sable can see that it has to be an elevator door, what with the white button shaped like an arrow pointing down.

After a good while of staring down at the beach, she gets back up, finds the door, and pushes the down button. If she's gonna be stranded in a new world, she'd best find someone to get her bearings from.

Stepping in, she can see that there's two rows of buttons, one for each of the two digits of the 63 stories that this building apparently consists of! Presumably, pressing "00" and "1" leads to the first floor?

One would think. She'll try it!

And the big elevator with room for maybe 15 people races down at a very noticeable speed, opening down onto a lobby seemingly consisting of a glass wall with a glass door in it and a bunch of thick marble columns containing elevators like the one that Sable just walked out of. There's nobody in the lobby, presumably because they're enjoying the beach too much.

This is a pretty lobby. And a fast elevator. She heads out the front door, down to the street, and looks around.

The street is made of some kind of special material that's super-nice to walk on. There are really, really big cars, like basically vans, driving along the narrow streets, together with people walking around or using Segways to move along the sidewalks. The skyscraper she just came from isn't the only one; looking up, she can see tons of skyscrapers so tall that it's hard to see their tops, almost forming a kind of wall together with the skyscraper currently behind her. People seem to just be ignoring her as they make their way past, although a few glance at her for slightly too long to be entirely comfortable.

Huh. These people put a lot of effort into comfort. The next time someone looks a little too long, she waves at them. "Hello?"

They wave back, curious about why Sable's appearance is how it is. One of them, a man wearing a pair of swim trunks, decides to start talking to Sable. "Your clothes look a bit... unusual, somehow. Can you tell me anything about them?"

She blushes a bit. "My clothes are a hodgepodge that I picked out because they were very cheap but still provided some semblance of gender euphoria. I think I'm a bit lost, however, because this isn't anywhere I recognize. Where are we?"

The man in the swim trunk listens and nods at Sable's explanation about her clothes. "Well, we're in Leakey Resort? If you don't recognize this, how did you even get where you're now?"

She frowns. "I really wish I knew the answer to that question. Half an hour ago, I was standing in my backyard, in the city of Monroe, state of Louisiana, country the United States of America. Next thing I knew, I was standing on the roof of that building." She points at the building she just came out of. "If you don't mind humoring me, what country and region is this?"

"Country? Well, Leakey Resort is its own country in terms of its own legal code and government. It's not part of another country! The region is the Leakey Island Chain, and that's essentially just Leakey Island and a bunch of beach resorts. I've never heard about Monroe or Louisiana. Maybe it's someplace very far away from here?"

"Um. Um. I am reasonably sure there was no country called Leakey Resort on the planet I was on when I woke up this morning. And if you don't recognize America or Louisiana, given that America is one of the best-known countries on my planet, then... shit. I'm afraid I'm a very very long way from home."

"So... you think you... teleported, is that it? Wait, that must mean you aren't registered for anything. So you don't have any money or any other kind of resources! We need to do something about that, fast! Please come with me." He begins leading Sable towards an anonymous looking building, taking up some of the lower floors of yet another skyscraper, with several people dressed in formal clothing waiting bored behind a counter. Something about them gives off a certain aura of authority. Anyone walking in will just know they're police officers. Or the equivalent, if this is a world that doesn't have Louisiana or police.

"Hi. I think I am an extremely long way from home." She pulls her wallet out of a pocket — thank goodness she wore a skirt with pockets today — and opens it to reveal three forms of ID not issued by any nation on this planet, a debit card from a bank that doesn't exist here, and paper currency these officers will not recognize. 

"Do y'all recognize any of this?"

One of the people behind the counter looks at Sable in total confusion. "...no, no we don't. I think that's quite overwhelming evidence that you're not from this planet. I... well." He takes a moment to regain his composure. "You can register for an account here, so you're able to receive money. We take 10 fingerprints and a retina scan to prove it's you." He starts walking over to a machine, looking quite similar to an ATM, with two pads for his hands and a camera on some kind of flexible cable.

"You just... put your hands on the two pads, and put the camera up to your eyes. And your account will be ready to receive your first basic income payment."

"Thank you." She follows the instructions and gets her biometrics recorded.

"Does basic income include enough to pay for gender transition care?"

"Well, yes. It's really not particularly expensive. And there's a charity founded by trans individuals covering quite a lot of it, too. Do you want to see a doctor about your needs later today? Or do you want to take some time to orient yourself and catch your breath, and think about things first?"

"Okay, this world is officially better than my old one, calling it now. Let's go for seeing a doctor sooner rather than later, if someone's available. I have lived for years in a transphobic state and I'm rather excited about diving into your shiny opportunities."