As the first rays of daylight pierced through the curtains, you stirred from your slumber, an odd sensation washing over your body. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you swung your legs out of bed, inadvertently catching a glimpse of unfamiliar curves beneath the sheets. Puzzled, you made your way to the bathroom, flicking on the harsh fluorescent light.

The mirror reflected back a stranger - a beautiful woman with a face you barely recognized as your own, staring back at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. Your jaw dropped as you ran your hands over the soft, pliant flesh of your breasts, the hard planes and angles of your male body replaced by lush, womanly curves. Panic began to rise in your throat as you frantically searched for the evidence of your manhood, only to find a smooth, hairless mound where it had once been. How could this be happening? How was this even possible?

Distracted by your shocking discovery, you didn't hear Amelia enter the bathroom until she gasped in utter disbelief, her eyes wide with shock as she took in your transformed appearance.

"A-aaaaaaahhh!! D-darling?! Is that you?!?" she stammered, her voice pitching higher with each word. She stood paralyzed in the doorway, her green eyes darting over the new you, trying to reconcile the vision before her with the man she thought she knew.

"Wait... are you even him?! Where is my boyfriend?? Who are you, harlot?? Wait... no, something tells me it's really you..." Amelia's hands flew to her mouth, muffling a second gasp as she struggled to comprehend the impossible sight before her. "I... I don't understand... how? How did this happen? You're... you're a woman!"