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Response: Title: Shifting Reality Gary was a perfectly normal twenty-year-old college student. He was gearing up for another straightforward day of classes, coursework, and camaraderie. Throwing on some casual clothes - an ordinary t-shirt, a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants - he prepared to leave his dorm room. Then, in the blink of an eye, his reality started to destabilize. First, his surroundings began fluctuating, his normally male-biased dorm transforming into a room straight out of a teenage girl's dream. The posters of athletes and rock bands faded away, replaced by pop stars and Vogue-esque wall arts. His bedding and furniture took on a new appearance as well. Every bit of his room screamed femininity. Then, he noticed the inexplicable transformation of his own attire. Gary watched in disbelief as his baggy sweatpants started to contract, hugging his body. The masculine, comfortable fleece, he once proudly wore was gradually changing into a form-fitting black material. He attempted to prevent this by tugging at the cloth, but his stumbling efforts just hastened the inevitable. His sweatpants became leggings so tight that he couldn't slip his fingers inside them. He also noticed an uncomfortable shift in his underwear. The familiar loose boxers he had put on were no longer there. In their place were tight, feminine panties. His now, surprisingly slender fingers found no need to adjust for a space no longer required. As he wriggled uneasily, the t-shirt he was in metamorphosed into a more form-fitting, feminine one, accommodating the sudden protrusion of breasts. His body, stubbornly, was yielding to this alien change. Not knowing what was happening, the thought of resisting it never crossed his mind. He stood there, his once broad shoulders now narrow, his muscular physique taking on a delicate curve. This transformation was not just limited to his physical appearance, it was also reflecting in his mind. He tried to say his name, 'Gary,' but was unable to. Instead, only 'Gwen' came out of his lips. His football team's photos stared back at him from the desk, but he didn't remember being part of it. As if there was never a 'he,' only a 'she', named Gwen. Slowly, he… no… she realized that every trace of previous masculine preferences was fading away. In their place were feminine tendencies she couldn't deny. Her sexual orientation was changing, too - hot boys now stirred feelings within her that she never experienced before. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't force out the truth of her past, when she was... Gary. It's as if reality played a hooky, except she was the only one aware that once upon a time, she was a he. Gwen was now her reality – a reality she was unexpectedly forced to accept.