Don't worry...

"Don't worry." Sam looks straight at you, sincerity in her eyes. "It's fun being a girl!"

"I, uh... " That voice hesitantly replies, "I didn't expect this." That voice isn't yours. "Who am I now?" You're controlling it, but it's foreign to your ears.

"Silly, you're still John. It's still you in there just wrapped in a different package, look at you! You're a hot chick and All Woman!"

You look back in the mirror. She is pretty. Long straight red hair, soft facial features, button nose, trimmed eyebrows, bright blue eyes with long lashes that blink every time you do. Symmetrical plump full lips smack as you command them. You unconsciously use your hand to push your hair back behind your ear. That delicate feminine hand, with long fingernails. You turn it over before you and begin feeling it with your other. It's soft and smooth, smaller than you're used to, but it obeys every thought you give it.

A thought forms in your mind. You turn to look at Sam almost about to utter your thoughts directly, when you decide for the better.