The air in New York City was cold enough that morning to see one’s breath, but Dylan was seeing something much more surprising. His hands had long manicured nails and were encased in pink fingerless mittens. It was a woman’s hand. He reached the other hand toward his chest, very much expecting to find a breast hanging there. However, the puffer coat was much too thick to feel anything, though style and color of the puffer coat itself was very much confirming his fear that he was now in a woman’s body. It was further confirmed by the long blonde hair that cascaded down the front of the coat.
Despite all this, it was still frigid outside! Dylan decided if he wanted to figure out more about what had happened to him, he should head inside to some place warm. Maybe he could find some answers or some reason as to how this happened to him!
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