His eyes fluttered open groggily as the soft pastel colors of the room, dimly lit by morning light sneaking through the curtains, calmed him. He felt...healthy, as if the years of self-neglect had melted off overnight. He lay there for a moment, realizing this wasn't his room. Had he been kidnapped? He stayed surprisingly calm, as if in a surreal dream. Slowly, he pulled off the blanket and sat up on the bed. The first thing he saw of himself we're his dark, smooth, svelte legs and dainty feet. Lowering his gave further her saw two mounds underneath his shirt, his hands automatically reaching over to confirm that his breasts were real. His hands moved to his face as he notice the tickling sensation of hair sliding across his back. He ran his hands through his long, cream-white hair.

He was a healthy, young woman. He didn't use to be. His name was Huang XiaoRen, an overweight man in his 40s. XiaoRen stood up and focused his mind on it's body, enjoying it's light weight and sprightly, youthful energy. XiaoRen noticed the visual difference of the room from real life, and walked to the bathroom to confirm his suspicions. Seeing his face, he knew: he had been reborn into an anime. [color=ffff00]"This had to be a dream,"[/color] XiaoRen thought to himself as he inspected his face with some exhilaration. She was beautiful. Smooth, dark skin, Amber eyes, white hair. He gave himself a weak smile in the mirror and immediately felt embarrassed. He turned to the frame of the bathroom door, leaned back a bit, and then rammed his forehead against the side of the frame.

XiaoRen screamed as she doubled over, curled into a ball, and lay on the ground in a fetal position. Tears streamed from her eyes as she began to sob, realizing from the pain that this wasn't a dream, and feeling the grip of self-loathing loosen slightly. XiaoRen had always been uncomfortable in his own skin, in his assigned gender. Was this okay? Was he allowed to restart his life in this way?