Charlie looked down at himself, expecting to see himself in his suit again, but instead, he saw a pair of breasts encased inside a tight T-shirt ... and a denim miniskirt partially covering a pair of shapely legs.
He stared. How was this possible? As unbelievable as it sounded, he was a woman now.
He lifted his hand and squeezed the left breast. He felt it.
"Charlie?" the boy asked. "Are ... are you okay?"
"You called me Charlie."
"Yeah? That's your name."
"But I'm female."
The boy looked oddly at him. "It's short for Charlotte. Charlie, are you okay? Because you sound strange."
This whole situation was strange. Charlie knew who he was and he certainly wasn't this woman. And he would never believe that his memories got messed up. No, he was sure that something else was happening here. But what?
