The picture was of a slim guy in a pink satin Lolitaesque dress. I gulped feeling my clothes reforming into the soft fabrics and my skin itched as my body hair fell out and makeup formed on my face.
I rubbed my eyes and stared at my room in horror. Gone was the faded blue paint on the walls, the grey bed sheets and the nondescript desk. In their place was pink and white stripped wallpaper, pink sheets with matching carpet and a large vanity table groaning under makeup and jewellery boxes in a slightly different shade of pink.
"Oh my," I gasped demurely, raising a hand to my mouth, my nails manicured and painted pink.
