Henry felt woozy for a second, and he reached his hand up to his head. There seemed to be more off than just an off feeling. In fact, he noticed that he had moved his hand up to his head in a rather delicate way, not like him at all. As he slowly moved it down, he saw slender fingers with painted nails; he nearly had a panic attack at this sight. These weren’t his hands. In fact, he soon realized that his entire body was unfamilar to him. His skin tone was pale; he wasn’t even the correct gender! He felt faint again. He once again lifted his hand to his head in a decidedly feminine manner.