Don't worry...

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

"I, uh... " Sam's voice hesitantly replies. It's odd. Your thoughts are still in your voice but when you speak them, it's Sam's, "I didn't expect this." That voice isn't yours. "Who am I now?" You're controlling it, but it's hers not yours.

"Silly, you're still John." The voice sounds deeper than you remember. "It's still you in there just wrapped in a different package, look at you! You're me! You're a hot chick and All Woman!"

"Perhaps this might help." And the doctor walks over to you, retrieves a hand mirror from the table nearby, and gives it to you.

You look in the mirror. Samantha stares back at you. Long curly red hair, soft facial features, cute nose, light eyebrows, deep green 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, err... yourself, still confused at the situation and almost about to utter your thoughts directly when you decide for the better.