You wake up in a hospital bed.

Having no dreams at all is boring. Nothing to take your mind off of things concerning you, especially when it would kill you or severely hurt you. Dreams have one benefit if not a lot. When you're dreaming you are not concerned about waking up unless you are having a bad dream. When you're not dreaming the only thing on your mind is whether or not you are going to escape the mindless darkness and wake up or end up staying there for what seems like an eternity.

But fortunately, you get to wake up. Waking up to you is not really something you would long for. And you wish you wouldn't before ever coming to see your current dilemma.

You wake up in a hospital bed with monitors around you telling you and others what your vitals are. You are sitting upright and not fully horizontal. You feel like a brand new person. No burn marks or burnt skin. Not even a faint smell of the inside of a toaster oven. But something is of your concern.

You feel your face and then you feel your hands. You see that your hands aren't manly hands and your face not the face you have before. You feel more that your chest has two firm D-cups and more down below, a void of muscle between your legs. A young and tight vagina sat at the very spot your penis would be. In a rage or utter fear you scream a scream that would alert anybody in a one mile radius. You shout at the top of your lungs and you hear that a manly scream does not come out from your mouth but of a higher-pitched girly scream. Then a familiar yet unrecognizable voice is heard from beyond the door's threshold.

"That wouldn't work," the voice said. "Nobody is here, at least not yet anyway."

"What the hell did you do to me?" you ask.

"Me? Did I make you a girl? I don't recall doing any gender realignments or sex changes on anyone," the voice replies.

"I don't have time for games," you say. A few seconds later you see a foot coming from the right of the door's frame. Then you see a figure walk into your line of sight, still talking to you.

"I'm not playing a game. But I know you are wondering why you are in a female body. Let me explain. You were burned during that explosion. All I did was transfer your mind from your burnt body, which was deemed useless, into this new body. Sorry but we could only use what we could find."

"You could've just let me die," you say.

"Oh no, I wouldn't do that," the surgeon sympathized. Then the phone rang and the doctor went to pick it up. He answered it and then he smiled and greeted in a overfriendly voice.