Who am I?

The first thing Ross noticed was a contricting feeling around his chest. He reached up without opening his eyes to whatever it was loose. The tight fabric felt strange but it was the swelling in his chest that confused him the most. He opened his eyes and saw his cleavage.
"What the hell...." he started to say and stopped at the sound of the feminine voice that came instead of his own. He jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror.
"Holy shit. I'm..." The voice confused him. "I'm, this can't be happening. Testing. Testing. One two. Holy shit!"
He looked around for some explanation. He tried to pull of the costume he felt he must be wearing but it hurt. It actually hurt to pull the skin. The woman in the mirror doing everything he did. He looked at her again. Pretty girl. He started checking her out and realized unconciously that she posed just as he wanted her to. Somehow that was him.
"This has got to be some kind of dream." he tried to open his eyes but they just opened wider.
He sat on the bed and waited for something to happen. After a while he found he was somewhat bored and his eyes looked around the room. He saw the polaroids on the dresser of the girl he had become.
"I had sex with her? I don't even remember. Did we switch bodies or something?" He pulled on the clothes that Nick had left behind.
"Well, if I slept with her I wish I remembered she's incredible" he said looking in the mirror.
He walked into the bathroom to pee. When he pulled down the underwear it was gone. He was in shock. He tried anyway and peed on her underwear. He pulled them off and cleaned herself.
"What the hell am I going to do?", he picked up the purse to look for some information. The purse had no ID in it, no money, just some make-up, a tampon, and some gum. "Who the hell am I supposed to be?"
He gathered his wallet which was lying on the night stand and his keys. He walked to the door and stopped.
"Where do I think I'm going." he said and sat down in the kitchen.....