Not really.

Grabbing the tablet, you say, “I don’t exactly know what to say.” The videos are different This time, gone is the porn, the fucking, the hot naked sluts and well hung studs, in its place are images of normal life, people working, watching movies, playing video games, a cop drama or romance flick, maybe. You get lost in the scrolling images. Your eyes are heavy. A familiar remote is in your hand, you click off a tv you can’t see. A phone rings. Distant. You can’t see the room exactly. You walk down a hall, carpet, plush, a door, a passkey, “I’m in a hotel?” You say, eyes trying to open. You stumble in. Someone else is coming in. Carrying your luggage. You hear yourself thank them as they take a folded bill from your hand. The bed beckons you. You click the lock on the door and stumble to the bed just as you black out.

Your eyes open, you can’t focus. A light blue hand is there offering you a pair of wire rimmed glasses. You put them on. She comes to focus. A beautiful blue woman with long curved black horns, wearing a very stylish black suit, and peep toe pumps, is sitting on a chair. “Good morning Melissa.”

“Melissa?” Saying the name sparks an image of an athletic woman yelling that name at you demanding that you clean your room. “I’m Melissa. Who are you?”

She sits up and smiles, “I’m Taroth, I’m your transition counselor. I’ll be helping you get settled into your new life for the next month or so.”

“Transition?” Raising a hand in front of your face reveals a slender feminine hand with perfect fake but pretty black fingernails. “Oh, am I a girl?” You slap your hand to your crotch.