Two unfamiliar lumps of bulging cloth.

I'm wearing some kind of buttoned shirt, carolina blue in color. It is a garment I don't remember ever wearing which almost looks like some kind of uniform? But the weirdest part is... That it's bulging out... way too much.
I mean, I know I'm fat, but I'm definitely not this fat. There is no way my flabby chest would ever swell to such a degree.

"...Rena?" Asks a voice that immediately gets lost between these background noises still filling my dizzy head.

I keep looking at my own protruding chest, noticing how it projects forward to an absurd degree, bulging from armpit to armpit and filling almost half my vision range. How is this possible? Did someone fill my shirt with a pair of inflated balloons while I was ****?

"...Was it... a prank?" I whisper in a surprisingly feminine voice, which comes out faint enough to go unnoticed by my still dizzy brain.

As if to try and test my theory, I put my left hand over the middle of this cleavage and insert two fingers in the space between the buttons, expecting to feel the light rubbery texture of those air-filled balloons. But instead, what I get is a warm, meaty feeling wrapped around my fingers. This is totally not what I was expecting.

"...What?" I mutter in surprise.
The weirdest part is that I'm actually sensing the touch of my own fingers through these... lumps? Almost like they are an actual part of my own body.
Now that I'm thinking about that, it does feel quite heavy on the front. Not on the belly though. Just... my chest. Other than that, I feel surprisingly light all over. How can this be...?

"...Rena?" Asks that voice again. I can tell that it's right in front of me, but I'm way too bewildered to pay it proper attention.
Because I just noticed my hands. These... These are not my hands...?! They are way too small, delicate. Almost... like girl hands.

"What... is going on?" I say, starting to panic. And this high-pitched voice that comes out of my throat sounds as alien as everything else! It is definitely a woman's voice!

My heart starts thumping in my chest and my mind finally clears out... Wait, there is something in my right hand. -I look at it with eyes wide open- It is... my mother's pendant!

"Rena!!" The voice yells, demanding my attention.

I look up at once, and I see a brown haired middle-aged woman staring at me with hands on hips. She seems irritated.

"Did you finally snap out of it?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

I just look at her in confusion. She is wearing a mask, and seems to be some kind of... nurse? I mean, that uniform kinda gives it away.
Wait... -I blink a few times, taking in the faint smell of ammonia and noticing how I'm also wearing a mask- Where am I, exactly?
We are in what it seems to be a sterilized room of white tiles and a series of metal tables put parallel to each other. All of which are empty, except for the one closest to us.

"I was about to tell you that you forgot to put on the rubber gloves." The other woman says. "But I got the inkling that you got something else going on. So whatever it is, Rena, you have to tell me if you're okay to continue or not."

But once again I'm way too perplexed to properly pay attention to the nurse. Because right over that table, there is someone I definitely recognize. It took me a bit longer than expected due to the shift in perspective, but this fat man I'm looking at is definitely me!

"Ah... m-my..." I'm shaking before I know it. What am I... I mean, what is my body doing there?!

I step close to it to look at it better. The shirt is unbuttoned and my fat belly is completely exposed. It looks... gross, and abnormally pale. Why is my body so pale? Wait... Don't tell me...?

"Is... Is he... dead?" I ask, my strange feminine voice reflecting my panic.

The woman looks surprised, and takes a while to answer, almost like the obvious question took her off-guard.

"Dead as a doornail, my dear." She answers matter-of-factly.

"Urgh!" I suddenly gag, and have to lean over the nearest empty table while holding my belly.
This can't be happening... How... How is it possible? But I am still alive! I am clearly alive and breathing, so ...w-w-whose body is this?!

I hear a tired sigh at my back, followed by the sharp rubbery sounds of the nurse taking off her gloves.

"Told you it wouldn't be pretty for your first experience in the morgue, but you insisted." She says after approaching me. She then starts rubbing my back in a gentle way. "Those who died by **** poisoning are always some of the toughest to 'prepare'. The smell is always terrible, and you can find all kinds of fluids and depositio-"

"A-A-**** poisoning...?!" I interrupt her in my new feeble voice.

"Yeah. Well, I mean, the official cause of **** won't be 'known' until we finish the preparation and the doctor performs the autopsy. But based on my own experience, I can tell you with a 99% certainty that this fatso died by **** poisoning."

I purse my lips after hearing her veredict. I'm still shaking like a leaf and looking down to the table, to my new tiny hands and these two flocks of long brown hair falling down from both sides of my vision range. Seriously, what the actual fuck is going on?!

"Rena, tell me honestly, are you really okay? You're getting pale." The senior nurse says, looking concerned.

'Rena'... She keeps calling me Rena.

"I'm... not okay." I say.

"I see. Come with me then." She answers without hesitation.

The nurse gently pushes me forward and we start walking through the hallways, go up a few floors with the elevator and then stop in an empty room.

"Now, lay down there until you feel better." She invites me in while pointing at the bed. "And don't worry about the work. I'll finish it by myself."

She gets out from the room. But, before closing the door, she adds:

"Report to reception when you come out, and I will see you on Tuesday."

The door closes with a 'click', and I'm finally alone in this hospital room that looks more like that of a hotel. It's probably prepared for visitors or rehabilitation patients.

"... hahh... hahh... (gulp)... hahh..."

For a while, I'm hesitant to step forward. And the reason is this big mirror I'm noticing on the wall to my right. By now, I'm certain that something has definitely changed. It's not just my voice and my... chest. Everything just feels completely out of place. It's the weight shifting over my feet, it's on the tightness of my shoulders, the heaviness from my bossom pulling some kind of strap closed behind my back. I feel light and nimble except for that place, and I can't help the increasing self-awareness of this strange clothing rubbing my surprisingly sensitive skin, plus the feeling of my tongue moving around inside a completely unfamiliar mouth and set of teeth.

I swallow saliva once again and steel myself. Then I take 2 steps forward, take off my mask and look straight to the mirror.

".........Gory hell..."

...Is that... me?!

I stare at 'my' reflection with a gapping mouth, making this... curvaceous girl's face look quite silly. There is no way this is happening! This is just...
I suddenly notice the pocket over her chest. There seems to be some kind of plastic card, which I immediately take out.
In the card, there is a miniature photo of the girl from the mirror, and it reads:

Name: Serena Rodriguez
Rank: Trainee nurse
Birthday: 24-06-2005

This is straight up ridiculous. I... I have been turned into a woman!