Once Kurt finally realized what had happened to him, he put his hands up to his head. He felt like he wanted to panic, but for some reason, the only emotion he could muster was joy. He tried to scream, but it only came out as a soft giggle. He found that he wasn’t even able to develop a sense of worry, despite every good rational part of himself that felt like it should be worrying. After all, he didn’t know the first thing about being a woman, let alone what he’d have to do if he was stuck like this and had to assume Chelsea’s life. But it didn’t matter. There was something inside him that told him it was going to be okay, that he was going to like being Chelsea, that he was, in fact, very happy to be her. And so a huge smile came across his face, because he couldn’t help but be happy. It was like being on some wonderful drug, experiencing a joy that he just couldn’t control.