Female

You were female last time you checked, atleast.

You don't know why, but you slowly lowered your head and look into your shirt. Yep, they're still there.

After a couple of minutes more, you finally finished this weird thing. As you clicked Next, you silently pray it doesn't ask for your phone number or anything similar once it finishes loading the next page.

...

Yes, it didn't! You sigh in relief when the page shows the usual "Thank you for your patience, we'll be in contact soon."

You wonder how, it didn't ask your a way to contact you in the future. You shrug, and scratch your head, your fingers moving smoothly through your [medium] [red} hair.

You decide it's time to go to bed as you yawn. Saving and closing everything, you turn off the computer and leave your desk, heading back to the comfort of your bed. Quickly enough for your liking, you finally fall asleep.

You remain in this state for a couple of hours until a bright light hits your face. You think you left the curtains open and the sun is being an asshole. Annoyed, you move around in place trying to find a comfortable without the light on your face, but the back of the chair is not being very helpful with your situation.

... Wait, chair?

Your eyes shot open, quickly adjusting to the white light that shines from the ceiling. Where are you? This is clearly not your room, or your apartment for that matter.

Panicking, you gaze around you. The walls are painted light yellow, two large paintings (of what looks like nature landscapes) are hanging neatly on each side of the wide room. The floor's tiles are completely white, they are clean enough to pass as mirrors.

On the other side of the room across from you, is a large, dark wooden desk. Behind it, is a small asian woman, typing incredibly fast in her computer. Her black glasses being a little too big for her.

The only door in this room is positioned at her left. The strange thing about this white door is the handle's missing from this side. Perhaps she took it away.

While you look around for a way to get out, a high pitched voice brings you back into reality. -Miss Brown?- It was the asian woman calling from her chair.

-Um, yes?- you answer timidly, how did she know your last name?

She smiles warmly and stands up, and proceeds to walk towards you. She is dress in a very elegant manner, a beige and black collared blouse, you could almost make out her black bra through it. A black thigh-length pencil skirt is covering her dark see through stockings. She's wearing a lovely pair of high heels. All this combinated give to her body a beautiful delicate form.

-My name is Ji Yeon, and I'll be your assistant for the moment- her non-english accent is a lot more clear now that she is closer to you-, do you have any questions?-