The woman has no memory of being David.

"Well of course I'm a woman." The woman thought to herself. "Beautiful too."

She lifted the tee shirt David had been wearing when he had transformed. Her skin was was light brown, probably mixed race she thought or maybe southern european. Her breasts were a bit more than a handful, nipples the shade of milk chocolate and quite pronounced. She experimentally pinched one and gasped softly at the sensation. The nipple hardened almost immediately, and she felt the throb of blood swelling it erect.

"Probably gay or bisexual too if I'm getting turned on looking at my own tits." She muttered aloud to herself.

She fell quiet immediately, perhaps there was someone else here who would hear her talking to herself. Which begged the questions, where was here and who was she? She could name the city and state she was in, who was president, knew the news from this morning. Her own name and who this bathroom belonged to was a blank though. She frowned, this type of amnesia was extremely rare despite how frequently it was portrayed in the media. Retaining all general knowledge, but losing all personal memories was usually faked. How was she so sure of this, did she have a background in the sciences?

The mirror the woman stared into was on the door of a cabinet above the sink. A place that usually held toiletries and suchlike. The woman opened it to see if there were any clues to her situation.

All the items inside were those you would find in the bathroom closet of a man she quickly discovered. Razors, aftershave, hair gel and the like. Nothing she thought she might use herself. Was this some guy's bathroom then, not hers? If so and he was elsewhere in this house or apartment he might have answers for her.

The woman cautiously exited the bathroom. One possible cause for such amnesia might be some kind of date **** ****, no telling if whatever man owned those toiletries could be trusted.

The house she found herself in appeared empty. Looking around the main living room and kitchen she got no more clues to her identity. There were a few pictures of a guy, probably the homeowner. A dull uninteresting face she thought, but there were pictures of him graduating and wearing a labcoat so maybe he was a coworker if she had a science background.

The bedroom, when she explored there was more of the same, all male clothes in the closet and drawers and nothing that sparked a memory. The next room she tried was far more interesting. A chemistry lab, very well equipped had been set up inside. She took stock of the equipment and chemicals knowing exactly what each was for and how to use it. So she was a chemist or biologist then.

There was a computer terminal and journals at a writing desk, they might shed some light on the situation. Luckily the computer was still logged on so the woman took a seat and looked to see what the owner of the lab had been working on.