It's work, and they know everything.

Without even thinking about it, you answer the phone. "Hello?" you squeak in your unbelievably high new bimbo voice, and only then does it occur to you that people might think it's weird that a girl is answering your phone.

"Hi is this Tyler?" comes your boss Ms. Anderson's voice, "You sound completely different, but I knew you would."

"You knew..." you're confused, "Wait what?"

Ms. Anderson answers nonchalantly. "Oh we heard that you're a naked bimbo now. Everyone was informed. Anyway, I was just calling to suggest you take a week off. Get used to your new self before you try to come back to work."

As she's talking you hear several beeps, but you don't look at who else might be calling. "Wait," you say finally, "You know I'm a naked bimbo, but I can keep my job?"

"Well we hope so," she answers, "It wouldn't be appropriate to fire you just for changing sex and giving up clothes. But we'll have to see how you do. Our understanding is that you're not as smart as you were before, so we'll have to see if you can still do the job, but we'll give you a chance. For now just take it easy, and we'll see you next Monday. Sound good?"

"Uh sure," is all you can say, your now-tiny mind reeling. As soon as the call ends, you get a voicemail notification. You're surprised to see that you have not one missed call, but three. One from your mom, one from your best friend, and one from your girlfriend.

That's when it hits you: the words you said in the bathroom, when you'd just become a girl and still had your old brain. You'd asked to be completely exposed, but you hadn't specified just your body.

Oh no.