You, but a girl

The figure looking back at you is both strange and unnervingly familiar. She has your blue-green eyes and unkempt sandy hair. Her nose and chin a little smaller than yours, her features softer and more feminine over all, but still close to what you're used to. She looks a little like pictures you've seen of your mother in her university days, or how you imagine your sister would look if you had a sister.

It's a similar story with the rest of her body. She's tall for a girl, close to your own height of 5'11" although it's hard to say for sure without something to measure against. She has a slim athletic build, suggesting she's a runner like you. Unlike you, her fair skin is smooth and almost completely hairless. No five o'clock shadow on her chin. No dusting of course hair across what you can see of her chest or legs. A thin white sheet drapes across most of her torso, protecting her modesty, but you suspect her more intimate areas are similarly denuded.

Overall, you'd say she's cute, pretty even, in a girl next door sort of way. With some make up and a nice outfit, she might even aspire to hot, even if her tits are on the small side for your taste.

Except...

"Wait, that's me?" you gasp at the sight of your new self, "You made me a girl? What the fuck man, that's fucked up. Why would even do that?"