You see a tall, slender girl with short dyed blonde hair.

You look down upon the shape of a girl, tall and slender in form. Sunbeams creeping through the blinds illuminate her peaceful countenance as she enjoys the last few moments of her slumber. Her hair is short, bleached blonde with a dark brunette undercut—the sort of style you would expect to see on a girl in a punk rock band or your local barista. Slowly she wakes, stretching like a cat to shake off the grogginess of a long night's sleep. Her stretching brings on a powerful yawn punctuated by a kittenish squeak. You can see by the disconcerted look forming on her face that this was not a sound she was used to hearing.

With a healthy amount of trepidation the girl lowers her gaze down to her chest. Her fingers clutch the petite, perky swells of her chest and then dig into the cotton of her shirt. As she wrings the fabric between her fingers she pulls the garment away from her chest and stares into the abyss of her outstretched collar.

"This can't be happening!" She exclaims, unable to control the volume of her voice.

In a flurry, she throws the covers off her bed. She freezes. Her eyes can't help but linger on the long, coltish legs—silky smooth with the thighs of a dancer—she discovers. She pulls her legs to her chest, hugs them tightly, and buries her face in her knees.

"Think, think, think..." She mutters.

You realize that you are privy to her thoughts. You can hear them clearly, as if they were dubbed into the scene. It is only now that you can see the true picture behind the scene and why she is panicking as much as she is.

How did this happen? Anne was reading a book, and then... No, wait, that's not right. I don't know anyone named Anne. I meant that Anne was reading a book.

She whimpers like she is in pain.

Why can't I think of my roommate's name? Her... fuck! Her name is Anne. Her name is Anne. Her name is... fine! I give in! Her name is Anne! Is she going through this too? Think! She was reading a book and then that man appeared. What was his name? Mr. Trxyzptlk or something? I remember shouting at him, demanding to know how he got into our apartment, and then... fuck, I don't remember! I woke up as a girl...

Suddenly, she scrambles out of bed. She stalks to her bedroom door and then stops. Her hand is on the door knob, but she can't bring herself to turn it.

What am I going to find when I open this door?