The Midnight Trial

 "Just stay in the room and don't touch anything," Sarah had warned him before rushing out to find a doctor who could explain the Great Shift. But Leo—now trapped in Sarah's incredibly soft, feminine body—was left entirely alone in front of an open wardrobe full of silk, lace, and pastel colors. He looked at the mirror. He was wearing one of her oversized old t-shirts, which suddenly felt way too big and baggy. "I mean... I need to wear something that actually fits, right?" she whispered in her new, sweet voice, justifying her next move. Two minutes later, Leo was looking at his reflection in awe. He had slipped into a delicate, emerald-green silk nightgown with black lace trim. It hugged his new curves perfectly. He spun around, watching the fabric catch the light, a huge, mesmerising smile growing on his face. "Okay," she admitted, smoothing the silk down her hips with her soft hands. "I totally get the hype now. I am never going back to wearing boring grey boxer shorts."