He woke up with a groan, raising his arms above his head, connecting his fingers and giving them all a good crack. He next opened his mouth wide and took a big breath in, his chest rising and then falling as he breathed out, settling back to his normal breathing rate.

Sitting up in bed, he noticed that he had fallen asleep with his shirt on, which was odd because he usually takes it off before bed. He could feel the fabric sliding across his skin as he moved his body around, eyes still closed. 

Groggily, he tucked his arms in the sleeves and pushed it over his head. Or at least he tried to. The shirt was not stretchy but stiff, like a dress shirt with buttons, so he gave up. He gave his biceps a light slap and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

‘Hmm. My biceps seem a little small. I’ll need to do some curls after breakfast. Don’t wanna see the dweebs thinkin they can take a pummeling instead of doing what their told.’

He snorted at the thought as his feet landed on the cold floor. A little colder than usual actually. Maybe the heat was broken or something?

‘Ah shit. If the heat's broken there’s no way that jackass is gonna pay for it to get fixed.’

Shaking his head, he reached for the door handle, which felt a little different than usual, but he just shrugged his shoulders and walked out, throwing the door open behind him.

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‘Now. Kitchen. Which way is it again?’

He began to follow his memories when he stopped suddenly. 

‘Why do I have to dig in my memories to know where the kitchen is? It should be 5 steps from my door. What’s with this long hallway? Why is it familiar? Why do I know that this the East West hallway on the second floor?’

After those questions came more questions. And all those questions were answered by himself. Which was odd. Why would he ask himself questions he already knew the answer to? Because he was very confused.

A screech made him turn around, and he found a maid with a shocked expression on her face. Like, a real maid, dressed in white and black and all that maid dress stuff. And he knew her name, Bertred.

“My lady! You must return to your room quickly before someone sees you in your nightgown.” The maid ended the sentence in a whisper, looking at her surroundings with concern.

“Who you callin lady, shit stain?!”

The maid, Bertrad, gasped. “M-my lady. What. What foul words!”

He quirked an eyebrow. Then a thought ran through his mind like a rocket ship breaking the stratosphere.

“Ah.” He looked down at his chest. “Oh.”

She was a girl. “Shit.” She had boobs. “Damn it.” And her dick was gone. “No!” She collapsed to her knees, hands reaching for something that was no longer there between her thighs. “No, no, no, no, NOOOO!”

She collapsed again, her palms hitting the stone floor of the castle she now inhabited with a loud SLAP. The maid rushed to her side, trying to console her about her nightgown state. But she didn’t understand! She didn’t care that she was in her nightgown. How could a woman ever understand? She had lost her manhood.

She, Elowyn Jurofisk, a noble lady, was no longer a man!