Your hair

You decide to swap your hair, just to see what it would be like. You align Samantha’s scalp with the blade of the guillotine and let it go. Through some act of magic her hair comes off perfectly like a wig, leaving her head bald. You admire the blonde locks, brushing through them with her little fingers, and set her hair aside focusing on your head. You do the same to yourself, setting your brown boyish cut next to her hair. You then pick up her hair and flip it on to your head like a wig. You feel a tingle, then a strand of blonde hair falls in your face. You decide to check your new doo in the mirror.

“Oh my god...” you say in her voice. In the mirror is not the man that you saw not but 15 minutes ago. When you look at your reflection, you see a girl. You brush Samantha’s hair out of your face and take a closer look. Your features look softer under her hair. You couldn’t really grow a beard so there was no stubble to hint at your masculinity. Below your head resided your girlfriends perfect body, making you undeniably female. You look over at your **** girlfriend and see a man. (Admittedly with a light layer of makeup.)

You’re taken aback as you hear noises from your (girl)friend