It's recharging

"Shit," you say as you see a small pixelated screen on the back of the gun saying it is recharging. You pull the trigger but there's no sound.

You shrug your shoulders and make a sad smile. Might as well make the best of it, you think as you go and put on some more clothes and dig through your stuff to see if you can make more sense of things.

The longer you wait, the more reality seems to make sense to you. You're Marcie, 25 year old with a Masters in B&A. You're working your butt off making tons of money and you are living together with Steve. The pictures on the walls seem to imply you're very happy together, and don't forget the outfit you were wearing as you turned into a black woman, but so far you don't feel it. Maybe you have to meet him in person to trigger those memories?

You are considering running off, but where would you go? For the same reason you haven't dared check up on your parents or relatives, fearing that this would cause something to happen to them. Or worse, having them realize something is wrong with you.

If they called the police and the government got involved with this... you'd be stuck in a padded cell as a black woman for the rest of your life. Or maybe as a lab rat being turned into got knows what.

At least paranoia was a intergender experience you could find consensus on. You look at the clock on the wall and ponder your choices. At best you probably had less than a few minutes to decide before fate made the choice for you.