Denial in Bed

Liam woke up with a severe hangover. What the hell? he thought. I only had one beer. He glanced over towards the bedside table. And this isn't my room. As he recalled the events of the previous night, he remembered his date took home a bottle of wine. The same bottle now on the bedside table. Wait a minute...

Liam had an interesting date last night. They talked for hours and eventually stumbled onto the topic of identity. "I don't think my perspective would change much if I was born a man," they said at one point. Liam disagreed, believing the body shapes the mind. "Well, we could always switch lives and find out." Surely that was just a joke, Liam told himself back in the bedroom. But he realized there was an unhooked bra between the fingers on his right hand.

He shook his head in disbelief. No, no, no, no, no. He needed a moment to breathe. However, as he let himself fall onto his back he felt a small redistribution of weight on his chest. His eyes opened wide again. This isn't real. It can't be. It... He could no longer avoid facing the terrible truth. Coming to terms with reality, Liam finally looked under the sheets.

He discovered the body of a slim but toned woman completely naked. He had small breasts and clean-shaven lady parts. This can't be happening! Liam's date was very fluid in their gender. They had been wanting to try living as a man for quite a while.