I probably should have noticed something sooner. The fact that my apartment was different or the fact that I was wearing different clothes. But somehow I managed to wake up, stumble my way half asleep, pull down a pair of panties instead of my usual boxer shorts and then (and only then) once I realized my penis wasn’t there when I tried to pee -- that’s when I noticed everything else.
I was in a home that wasn’t my own. I had a body that wasn’t my own. I was a woman now instead of a man. I ran my hands up and down my body, with particular focus on the areas that were particularly foreign to me. The obvious conclusion was that something must have happened in my sleep. That I was somehow in someone else’s body.
Eventually, I found her phone. There were about 100 calls and texts from my own phone number. Obviously, they came from the woman I swapped bodies with. She was just as panicked as I was. I called her, and (after she shouted at me for not doing so sooner) we agreed to meet up as soon as we were able.