For James it was a 15 minute drive from Aisha’s abode back to his own. He lived in 2 bedroom unit, sharing with his sister Jacinta, however Jacinta was currently on holiday in Rurope.
James did notice something amiss as he was nearly home. The mirrors on his car were in the wrong place and the seat was too far back. He adjusted them at some traffic lights, wondering how this could be, as no one else had driven his car.
After parking he walked the short distance to his front door. His jeans were tight around his hips but the cuffs were too long. It didn’t make sense. The lock on his door also seemed a little high as he inserted his key. Something weird was happening. Was he coming down with something? He entered his unit relieved to be home.
The first thing James did was to retrieve a frozen dinner from the freezer and put it in the microwave. The microwave seemed too high. Puzzled, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down waiting for the microwave to ping.
It was only apon seeing the hand holding the beer he was drinking that James realised some thing was very wrong. It wasn’t his own hand. It was small an dare he say feminine hand. “What the fuck!”
James gasped. That wasn’t his voice! He sounded like a woman. He jumped from his chair and raced to bathroom.