You move to the bathroom.

The bathroom is in desperate need of a clean. The vanity is cheap and tacky, matching all the other furnishings. The plastic shower screen is pink and has ducks on it. There is one toothbrush and the toiletries are consistently feminine.

The medicine cabinet is open. You close it and examine your reflection in the mirror. Your features are gorgeous and ultra feminine. You don’t recognise her. At a guess you’d estimate she’s twenty years old. Young. Younger than you. About five foot and 90 odd pounds. So very short and very petite. A stunning body with full rounded breasts and ass and slim waist.

You don’t recognise her but you have a bigger problem. You know you’re meant to be a guy, that you aren’t her. But… you can’t remember who you were. “Shit…”