Confused and... curious?

You pull up your sweatshirt to look at your... torso. And your boobs- but as you revealed your new form to yourself, you just are stuck in awe at your new body again. You got wide hips and thighs to match, thin waist, natural boobs, a flat belly, with slight hint of abs! Makes the nickname your gaming friends gave you a bit more logical.

You decide to pull off your baggy sweatshirt and pull down your jeans down a little. You gasp as you find yourself wearing dark thong underwear, but mostly by how your ass is eating that poor thing up. You shouldn't be too surprised, crease lines on an ass like yours would be a crime against humanity.

Wait, you're feeling you're taking this awfully calmly. You pull your pants back up, close your eyes and take a deep breath, focusing inward to try and figure out what's going on.

You try to remember your past self... and even though you are shocked at the look of your new body, you can't for the life of you remember what it was like being a guy, physically. You can guess what jerking off felt like, but it feels very hypothetical, like how it would feel to have intercourse as a woman in the mind of a guy. Not that you remember much of being a woman either, to be fair, but at least you seem to have some... basic instincts in place. It seems this change has affected you with a slight case of body, or gender, amnesia.

You look at the ring and consider pulling it off. but, what if that makes things worse? You decide to wait until you've done some more research. You see a handbag on your bed. Rummaging through it you find your ID and reading what it says.

"Abigail Kahn, female, 26 years old, can drive automatic," you mutter and blink. I'm five years older than my previous self and I only know how to drive automatic? pathetic. And you're five years older? What did you do in the meantime? You try to remember, but nothing comes immediately to mind. but in your handbag you also find a security card to some office firm. It has a photo of your face with a serious businesswoman look to it, make-up and all.

'Abigail Kahn, financial advisor.' Economics huh? Your grandparents would be proud at least.

"Abi, are you home?" your brother called from downstairs, catching you off-guard.

"Um, yeah?" you answer in your womanly voice after a few seconds. The wait for his response felt like forever.

"Did you remember to buy milk?"

"... I forgot," you call back after a second. You remember going to the grocery store an hour ago as your former self, but you did forget the milk. "There is some cream in the fridge, if that helps?" you reply as you glance around the room for your sweatshirt, in case he comes bursting through the door. He might have thought it was a fluke on your first reply, but the second reply was way longer and anyone would notice it was a woman's voice.

"Fine, but you better remember getting it tomorrow," he called back and you could hear him walk away and close a door behind himself. Phew... Apparently the house thinks this is normal.

You glance down at the ring, make a small grimace and bite your pert lower lip. Items that alter other people's perception of reality are like three times as illegal as generic unnatural items. You went over to your computer and logged on. The site you had read about the ring on had a button on the top where it said you could upload images of various artifacts and it could identify them. For a price.

But there was no way you would do it without some extra precautions. You need to cover your trails. A smile crosses your mouth as you go to your preferred porn site and pop up a few random tabs. Then you quickly closed the tabs and began searching online for security measures and proxy servers for virtual networks.

While the files were downloading, you realized you hadn't closed all the porn tabs and you got stuck looking at some glory hole scene. You weren't sure if it was the face of the woman sucking the big black wall cock, or the aforementioned wall cock, but you certainly was not hard to trigger. You nipples were poking into your sweatshirt, and just brushing at them through your clothes started making your heart race a little.