"They got you too, huh?" a voice asks. Still crying, you turn to look. Behind you is a very female anthropomorphic deer. You try to come up with something to say, but can't think of anything, so you merely continue to cry.
"It's alright," she says. "It always leaves you speechless when you're suddenly turned into one of the opposite sex. I know; I've been there."
"Is...is it th-that obvious?" you manage to ask. She nods. "Not to all the guests, but to anybody who's undergone the same thing, you stick out like a sore thumb. Pardon me for not introducing myself. My name used to be Harry, but I go by Hannah now."
You manage a weak smile, though the tears keep coming. "I'm...I'm Jack," you reply. She shakes her head knowingly. "Not anymore you're not. We'll call you Jacqueline, Jackie for short." You're about to protest, but she shushes you. "Trust me," she says. "It's better that you just get used to being treated like a girl. After all, that's what you are. Even if you don't see yourself as one, everybody else does, so that's how they're going to treat you. Fighting it will only make them think of you as standoffish." One ear flicks up, and she inclines her head to hear better. You, too, can make out a distant voice, much softer than you would ever have noticed as a human. "Listen," Hannah says. "I gotta go, but first I want to tell you that we have an informal support group for gender-switched guests over on the western edge of the woods. We meet nightly at a big rock formation you can't miss. Just follow the fence until you see it, okay?"
You nod half-heartedly. "There's a girl," Hannah smiles. "See you later, Jackie!" She bounds off at an amazing pace.
You smile weakly. Get used to it? You're not sure you can do that, but you appreciate her kindness. Maybe you'll check out the group she mentioned. Maybe.