One morning, Roy woke up female.

She didn't believe it at first. But something was wrong from the moment she stretched. Her hips were too wide, her waist too narrow, and her chest... her chest *hurt*.

On closer inspection, that was likely because she had been sleeping on her back and was, apparently, stacked.

Very calmly, Roy considered what to do. Then she rose and headed into the bathroom. There was only one answer.

She stripped out of her pyjamas and spent an entire half hour in front of the mirror, squishing her breasts between her hands.

As she ended up late for work, she soon received a phonecall from Hawkeye, who spoke before she could say anything.

"You'd better," Hawkeye said, "have a good reason to not be in the office."

"I can't come in," Roy said, and was pleased to notice that her voice was soft and honeyed. "I have to call in female."

There was a long pause.

"You can't call in female, Colonel," Hawkeye said. "Either that, or I am owed a great deal of vacation time."

Roy considered this. "Yes," she said. "But you see, it's normal for you to be female, while I -" something occurred to her. "FEMALE MULTIPLE ORGASMS."

"What?!"

After realizing that that had been her outloud voice, Roy considered saying something to salvage the situation, then shrugged and hung up. It had been a boring phone call anyway.

There was something she was forgetting - oh, yes.

Multiple orgasms.

The day was looking up!