New Set of Problems

Imagine waking up in a world of superheroes and supervillains. Only you're not in your own body, you're in the body of someone who is already a part of that world. You slowly rise in a bed covered by silk sheets. The floor boards below creak, this clash of worlds intrigues you, but what intrigues you most is the lacy outfit you now wear.

This outfit mixed with a new shape of body parts really jump starts you ten times more effective than coffee. You push yourself up in the bed and you stop mid way as a weight on your chest steps you. Your eyes reveal panic and you quickly think you're having some sort of heart attack. Yet nothing comes to cause you immediate pain, so you continue to rise. And once you are sitting up straight in this unfamiliar bed, you notice the cause of your discomfort.

You have boobs! "I have boobs!" your feminine voice sequels. You jump off the bed and race toward wherever a bathroom is. Unfortunately you slip and fall as soon as you jump off of the bed. You push your pain-filled body achingly off the ground to see a variety of clothes thrown around the bedroom. Various bras, panties, and a black-leather sin-tight suit lie on the floor.

You could care less about these what is littered on the bedroom floor as you push yourself up to continue the search for a bathroom. Running through the doorway and out into a bare room filled only with a few bowls. One of these bowls still contains a little liquid. And as you past by towards the next closets door, you see a milky liquid in that bowl. A cat's meow also can be heard, but again this doesn't faze you on your way to find the bathroom.

Eventually on the second try of running into random doors you find the bathroom. Inside is cluttered faucet, containing many feminine products. A cat print shower curtain adorns the old looking tub that has seen much wear, but still looks functional. The mirror above the faucet is small, but it provides the answers you need.

"What the hell!" you scream out into the apartment. "I'm-I'm-I'm a girl!"

Realization dawns on you as the black-leather skin-tight suit comes back into your mind. "C-Catwoman?" you ask the mirror.

Your eyes go wide and you start to inspect the face of your new body. Eventually you make your way down all the new features that have replaced your old manly figure. Perky breasts, great legs, a fit bubble-butt, and skimpy black hair. She was basically a world-class gymnast with this body.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but how did this happen," you ask out aloud. You realize how stupid that sounds to get an answer and then walk back out into the apartment. You think the bedroom would be a great first stop to check out this miracle.