David woke up feeling different. He knew something was wrong because gone was the weight of his heavy down comforter, replaced by a thin silk sheet.
When he stood up he felt disoriented, and saw a mirror hanging over the dresser. Stumbling over through the dark room, he fumbled with a lamp beside the mirror before clicking it on. He didn't remember there being a lamp there before he went to sleep, and the mirror was larger than the one he had in his room.
He had to stifle back a scream when he saw his reflection. Even though he has just woken up, his hair fell perfectly over his forehead, beautifully framing his new green eyes. "I'm Tom!" he gasped.
Deciding to take a moment to look over his new body, he ran one hand up and down his rock hard abs. The caress made a tent in his boxers, and while he desperately wanted to check out his new equipment, he saw a blue pin-stripe tux neatly hung over the back of a nearby chair. He had his options, what's he to do?