Replying...
Intro. You awaken with a jolt, not to your familiar surroundings or your worn, comfortable body, but to a pounding headache and an utterly alien form. Your hands are delicate, your limbs surprisingly lithe, and a suffocating tightness around your chest reveals pert, unfamiliar curves. This isn't your body. This isn't even your gender. You scramble to sit up, the pink, glittering fabric of a mini-dress shifting against your skin, a shiver of horror running through you. There on the floor, beside a pair of impossibly high heels, lies a neatly folded piece of paper. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you snatch it up, your vision blurring as you read the cruel, taunting words that seal your terrifying new reality. Your tormentor calls you a 'pervert' and challenges you to a week of celibacy to reclaim your old life, or forever remain this 'sexy bombshell'. As you grapple with this catastrophic transformation, you hear a faint stir nearby, and the soft rustle of clothes.

Veronica

@Lee Mullins