I hadn't come in for this. He had come in for an MRI on his leg, but somehow, in some way he ended up in this situation.

He should be livid right now. That was how one was supposed to act in this situation, right? Or, should he instantly realize how much he loved being a woman and with great speed throw himself at a man, straight into his first sexual encounter? Should he do that instead? Or, maybe, should he hide away from the world, scared to death of what people think, or maybe embrace it all with great aplomb, no apologies, no regrets?

He didn't know if he'd do any of these. All he did know was that he had this body, some poor woman had his, and all things considered as bodies could have gone, this one seemed to be all right. For a situation as strange as this, it seemed to have worked out well enough. He wasn't thrilled about this but he wasn't angry or resentful either. He just was.