Not wanting to do anything which might lend any sense of normalcy to your current condition, you manage to fight down your curiosity about the feminine garments and shut the dresser doors with a pointedly loud slam in an act of minor defiance toward your current predicament.
The dresser having been searched, you turn your attention to the rest of the room. Though you suspect that the mirror had something do do with your current situation, a quick once over suggests that it is, to all outward appearances, an ordinary mirror. Similar study of the divider and bed reveal nothing suspicious, and with nothing left in the room to investigate a sense of panic begins to weigh upon you. With no clue how you were changed, and no evidence in your immediate vicinity, there exist absolutely no leads to follow which might allow you to regain your manhood. Fighting a fresh urge to start crying, your eyes begin flitting about the room, trying in vain to spot some article that you might have previously missed. In the end, it is not the discovery of some heretofore unnoticed mystical doodad which breaks your search off, but a sound coming from out in the main room. Being so very faint that you cannot make out the exact nature of the sound, much less the source, your mind is filled with images ranging from mice scampering across the floor looking for some cheese all the way up to flesh eating zombies come to devour your newly feminized personage. Unsure of whether to adopt a fight or flight mentality, you take a sparse second to mull your options before leaping into action.