Investigate the bedroom

You decide that it is of vital importance (and fascination) to see where the new you differs from the old mentally. An inspection of your bedroom ought to make a good start.

The most obvious is that your PC is competing for desk space with a mirror and collection of make up. It's not nearly so extensive as those of other women you have known but clearly you wore at least some semi-frequently. Especially eyeliner and black nail polish.

Next to the make up was a statue of a dragon curled around a spire of rock. It's remarkably similar to what you had yesterday even though its pose is different. Looking closely its face is more elongated and elegant as well. You suppose it's only to be expected that the dragon is feminine.

Raising your head back up you scan the posters hanging on the wall. While you don't recognise specific bands it is clear that heavy metal is alive and well. One ("Peregrine") simply shows four members standing confidently in blue jeans and black leather. You feel an unfamiliar longing for one, who is showing off her biceps, to protect you in her arms. Another ("Von Lilith") is of a single, older woman walking through a forest in an old fashioned hooded cloak. Her long, long black hair obscures most of her face but a manic grin escapes underneath. She looks like either an actual witch or Ozzy Osbourne in drag. The third band ("Through Snowy Moonlight") are lounging in a castle's court wearing elaborate eighteenth century gowns. Yesterday you would have assumed they weren't heavy enough but now a part of you wants to play dress-up with them. Perhaps your musical tastes have shifted to match as well?

Moving onto your almost embarrassingly large bookcase you find that like with music "female you" also collects old fantasy paperbacks though with different titles available her. Scanning the covers you quickly found two ways of categorising them.

The first is to categorise sub-genres. All of the familiar ones were there plus a few that seemed entirely new and the occasional romance novel.

The other way to categorise is by if the cover would make you blush in public. About four fifths of the books' back covers implied in some way that they would reinforce the reader's morals. Those heroines all exist to show how to be a better wife, mother and friend. Like My Little Pony for grown ups. The front covers of the other fifth showed bare-breasted barbarians, witches and pleasure slaves promising an entirely different experience. It will be difficult to not restrain future reading entirely to those ones.