Chapter I: She who's not a 'Her'.

One might say the biggest accomplishments are things such as receiving a Nobel Peace Prize or finding the cure for cancer, some might even say that their family is their biggest accomplishment is their family. What's my biggest accomplishment in life? Oh, it was that damn party. 

Within the span of 48 hours, I was able to hire a DJ, got one of the most expensive catering in town, invited famous influencers and celebrities, and got my Dad to agree to host it in his yacht. A man can only dream of achieving what I accomplished today.

"This is such a cool party, Victor!" You know damn well it is. Someone shouted to me as he patted my shoulder as a sign of congrats. He seemed familiar, probably one of the small-time influencers I invited-- no, maybe someone from the university? Man, who is this guy, I've got no clue. I give him a downward smile "Thanks, man."

I nodded at the stranger and proceeded to walk around my masterpiece of a party. Not to brag but I KNOW I'll be written in the history books for this. I mean, where else would you find a handsome, smart man who can also organize an event such as this? If I'm dead by that time then you'll find him nowhere. 

As the night continued, I indulged myself in the different activities around the yacht, drank a lot of alcohol and danced like it was my last day.

Well, it definitely was. 

Before I knew it, I felt myself rolling around a bed. Finally, I woke up after a long night of hard work and fun. Without opening my eyes, I stretch my arms above my head, accidentally bumping my hand into a headboard. Then, I rub the back of my head to relieve some soreness from my neck only to feel strands of hair come in contact with my hand. Was my hair always this long? 

I open my eyes only to be greeted by long locks of long black hair. This is definitely NOT my hair. I sit up and take into mind where I am. It looked way too extravagant and big to be a room in my Dad's yacht, I also would know if we had a room like this at home or anywhere we own.

I look down only to be greeted by a pair of, wait.. what the-- I look around the room, looking for any mirror, spotting one full-body mirror sitting alone in the farther corner. I run straight to that corner with only one thought plaguing my mind. There is NO way I had breasts before. Reaching the mirror, I hold its sides to keep the mirror straight. As my eyes process what I see in front of me, my brain goes haywire. 

Well, in my perspective, as a man, wouldn't you be also frozen if your reflection's a woman?