He stood in the house trying to get some clues. It seemed to be mostly empty with barely any furniture or other personal items. There wasn’t even a table in the kitchen. Where was he? And probably more important -- who was he? He examined his body to find that he was a woman now; he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to be a woman. Of course, he realized he didn’t know that for sure. He couldn’t actually remember much about himself, not even his name. He couldn’t even remember whatever it was that caused him to be this woman or in this house -- if there even was such an event. Maybe the event merely wiped his memory, but then why did being a woman feel so weird? He brushed it off. Maybe he should check the kitchen again. Had he checked the kitchen yet? There didn’t even seem to be a table in there. The rest of the house seemed lacking in furniture as well.
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