"Ugh, what do you want?" Vanessa moaned through the cell phone.
"I need to talk to your sister," Chuck said.
"Chuck, your voice sounds weird. What's going on?"
Chuck looked in the mirror. Oh God, Chuck thought, what the Hell?
"I'm not sure. But I need to talk to your sister."
"Is it going to be some gross question you have about lesbians?"
"No," said Chuck. "As much as I enjoy our little back-and-forth, what I need is to talk to your sister."
"What reason on Earth – "
"Something's happened," Chuck said with a raised voice. "And I don't know what else to do."
The reflection in the mirror was baffling. Chuck stared at the naked body and didn't recognize it.
Chuck sighed. "I've ruled out a dream, I've ruled out… involuntary surgery…"
"Involuntary surgery?"
"Look, just give me her number."
"Not until you tell me what's going on."
Chuck allowed one last look in the mirror. "Well, Vanessa, it appears I woke up as a woman."