Which vessel shall you follow?

Holly, the newlywed.

After what seemed like eons in a colorless abyss, the man saw light. He was in a white room - and he was alive.

He stood there, momentarily dazed. His eyes drifted down to see he was wearing a frilly dress and stockings.

'What the fuck?' He exclaimed. 'I'm a...'

Shocked at his feminine voice, he rummaged through the room to get a glimpse of his reflection. He noticed his reflection through a glass cabinet: he was a cute redheaded girl in what looked like her early twenties.

'I'm a... girl?' He said - his hand slowly rising to his new chest. 'How is this possible?'

The feeling of his hands on this new chest sent a slight twinge to his groin. He patted the outline of his crotch through the dress - nothing. Cautiously, he sat in a nearby chair and lifted up his dress. Carefully, he moved the girl's underwear aside. He was definitely in the body of a woman.

Probing his new labia, he gently inserted a finger.