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Response: Title: Altered Identities Caught completely off-guard by the sensation of her world shifting, Jamie adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, her heart throbbing with confusion and fear. As she examined her surroundings, the once familiar sight of her college dorm room twisted and turned, cruelly morphing into something entirely alien. Posters of her favorite bands and abstract posters morphed into colorful displays of feminist slogans and cute animal designs. Her once messy, unkept boy's room was becoming dazzlingly feminine, the dark, heavy comforter on her bed becoming a delicate pink sea of ruffles, lace, and satin. Caught in this incomprehensible chaos, Jamie instinctively reached down to pull at her clothes, grasping the heavy and coarse material of her sweatpants. But, she could only watch as they magically transformed themselves. The rough fleece melted away like butter under her slender fingers, replaced by the smooth, sleek sensation of nylon and spandex forming tightly-fitting leggings. The once loose garment became uncomfortably form-fitting, the crotch of the leggings shrinking and disappearing completely to accommodate her startlingly new female anatomy. The tight fabric left nothing to the imagination, every feminine curve now blatantly visible. Her shock turned into panic as she felt something lacking in her shirt, a certain weight pressing down on her chest – a bra was forming, her breasts were being held, enhanced and presented. The loose fabric of her shirt tightened, accentuating her little waist and bust. Her visual transformation was accompanied by a physical one that shook her down to the core. Long, silky hair cascaded down her back, tickling her bare shoulders, where once her short, brown hair lay. Her once flat chest began to rise and curve with the growth of breasts, forcing her to lean forward due to the unexpected weight. There was a sensation of inversion beneath her newly formed leggings, and she need not look down to know that her male sexual organ was diminishing. In that moment of terrifying realization, Jamie constructed a desperate plan to rebel against these changes. However, each attempt was met with failure. The more she reveled against it, the more the changes seemed to solidify themselves. Conscious thoughts about her identity were forcefully replaced with new pronouns, her name, her existence, rewritten. Jamie desperately searched for her voice, but when she opened her mouth to assert her true nature, only feminine, svelte notes emerged, void of any mention of her past. And when she tried to communicate her old name, the memory was wiped clean from her mind, replaced with a feminine one - 'Jasmine'. Despite regaining a sense of sanity, confusion cruelly lingered as she remembered her past clear as day, whilst the world remembered only the 'Jasmine' that they saw before them. The final blow to her crumbling identity was the realization of her altered sexual orientation. The attraction she felt towards women, the comfortable heterosexual companionship of her past, was gone. In its place was a strange longing for men. It was an alien sensation, but undoubtedly real. She was female in body, mind, and soul. Thus, Jasmine was born, her existence cementing itself into the world's psyche, replacing the boy she once was. The world moved on oblivious, leaving her to grapple with her sudden transformation. At every pore, she was female, or at least, everyone but her believed so. Her past was a secret only she knew, a forgotten memory that haunted her like a ghost, trapped in a reality that refused to acknowledge him.