Jon looked around confused. This was his room, and yet it wasn’t. Curious he stepped up to his notice board, relieved that at least that was still here. And like the one in his room there were photos pinned to it. They looked much like the ones he had, some even of the same places with the people in the same poses, but he wasn’t in any of them; instead there was a girl he’d never seen before, yet who looked oddly familiar. She didn’t look like Zoe, even a de-gothified Zoe, but there were similarities. Suddenly it came to him - she looked like him if he’d been a girl.
He stood up, nodding. It made some sort of sense - if this was his room but as it’d be if a girl lived here, then maybe this was some sort of parallel universe where he’d been born a girl instead of a guy. He lifted his hand to stroke his chin, but his arm bumped into something infront of his chest. Freezing, he looked down and groaned, his guess confirmed.
He, or was that she now, Jon wasn’t sure which, looked down, taking in her new appearance; modest sized breasts, red crop top and skinny jeans. Swallowing she bolted for the door and flung it open, stepping through into...
