Not that you'd know. (She turns you into a femboy and you can't see the writing)

You awake feeling refreshed and ready for the day. You sit up and stretch, feeling the weight of your breasts on your chest and your hair on your sholders. Wait, something's wrong. Why did you sleep topless? You look down. And why are you wearing boxers? You look to your right, but Stacey isn't in bed. Instead, you hear the slight clatter of cutlery and dishes. She must be setting the table for breakfast. But before you can join her in the kitchen, you need to relieve yourself and get properly dressed. You head over to the bathroom, do your business and pause before the bathroom mirror. You take the chance to investigate whether Stacey used the marker on you in some way. Surely you didn't go to sleep in boxers. You don't even own those. Because of how both of your measurements are basically identical - apart from one little 3" appendage - you've been sharing a wardrobe with Stacey ever since you moved in together. But alas, you don't find any markings on you. At 5'4, you're very short for a man, but you don't really look like one either, so that's fine. You're slim, but not scrawny, athletic, but not bulky, your breasts are their usual C-cup selves, your hair is a dirty blond, wavy, and reaches down between your shoulder blades. Everything apart from your sleepwear seems perfectly normal. Convinced that nothing else is out of the ordinary, you return to the bedroom and get dressed. For now, you decide on a casual white bra and panties, some comfy light grey 7/8 joggers, and a pastel pink crop top. You put your hair in a messy bun and head over to the kitchen, where breakfast and your girlfriend are already waiting for you.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she greets you with a warm hug, "d'ya sleep well?"

"Good morning, Stacey." You reply with a kiss. "I did, thanks. And thank you for making breakfast." You pause for a moment. "But something's strange."

"Oh? What's that?"

"I woke up with boxers on. How'd that happen?"

"Oh that! Don't you remember? We were roleplaying you being a big, strong man, and me being your subserviant girlfriend. Must not have been that fun for you if you've already forgotten. It is utterly ridiculous, after all: you being a big, strong man...".

You don't remember. But it does sound ridiculous. You aren't a big, strong man. You're a cute little femboy. How did you even get the idea to portray anything else? "Yeah, I don't remember. But I don't think I would enjoy something like that either. At first, I thought you did something with the marker, but there's nothing written on me, so thanks for clearing that up."

"No problem. Now come on, sit down. I'm starving."