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I was leaving the restaurant after grabbing some dinner for myself -- it should be pretty obvious that the best place to get Chinese food in the City is China Town -- when she approached me. She was on her knees begging in a foreign language. I had no idea what she was saying, but her eyes burned into me. Then she ran off.

A few moments later, some men ran after her in the same direction. I considered trying to stop or chase them myself. I figured I was a pretty strong guy, even if I would be outnumbered. But once I tried, I started to feel strange. I was nauseous, and I was worried it was the food I had just eaten. 

But food doesn’t magically change your body -- and certainly not your clothes -- and I soon discovered that was exactly what was happening to me. The glass wasn’t clear enough to see my reflection, but I could look down and see the clothes I was wearing, the same ones that the woman who had approached me earlier had been wearing. I touched my body in disbelief to feel the breasts now on my chest and the flat crotch under my now leather pants. 

If she was being chased, I figured the smartest thing to do was get out of here. Even though I had so many questions. I wanted to find her and ask her, but she didn’t even speak English! Would she even understand? And how would I even explain what happened to me to anyone?