Iced

When Curt woke up; he had no idea where he was. And he certainly had no clue who this woman standing over his bed was.

“Oh, my goodness, Sweetie!” The woman said, “Thank goodness you are awake! When you feel down on the ice, we were so worried!”

“On...the...ice?” Curt asked as he noticed his bandaged hands.

“Yes, you were practicing your figure skating!”

“Figure skating?” Curt then noticed the outfit he was wearing and the body contained within in. Whatever happened to him, it seems he was now in the body of a dainty female figure skater. And this woman fawning over him? Her mother? An aunt? Maybe even a friend or older sister? He put his hand to his head to feel another bandage. “I think I need some rest,” He added, “Can I be alone?”

“Of course!” The woman replied before kissing Curt’s forehead bandage. She left, leaving Curt to try to figure out what the heck happened.