You and four other guys are walking back home from a party. You all are stumbling because you all drank too much alcohol. One of your friends suggests staying at a nearby hotel for the night. He said he will pay for the rooms. Though, you get a room for yourself since you paid for the drinks before leaving.
When you enter the hotel, its color scheme is red and gold yellow. A large chandelier hangs over in the middle of the main venue. The lighting is bright from the colors of the hotel's insides. There are
Your friend goes to the kikimora receptionist that takes care of the front desk. After the reservation is complete, three other kikimoras guide your group to the rooms your friend reserves. Everyone is separated when the kikimoras did.
The halls are dim compared to the main venue. Only a little lamper between every door. The stairs are no better. It's practically dark due to lack of lights.
"Here's your room," the escorting kikimora says.
Her hand is on a golden door. Looking around, you see that there are golden doors in this hall. Perhaps your friend gave you a VIP room. Nevertheless, you go in.
Once inside the room, you take off your clothes to your underwear. You then jump on the bed to rest. As the coziness of the bed takes you, you start to feel asleep.
While sleeping, you feel a hand on your leg. You open your eyes to see a feminine-looking guy. He seems to be going up your leg. Maybe towards your dick. In your head, you are thinking like Admiral Ackbar.
You grab the hand before it goes to your dick.
"Yo!" You shout. "I'm not gay. Get out of my room!"
Then, the guy brings the hand to himself. However, instead of a guy crying, a girl is crying. Out of the blue, the person jumps on you sobbing. Then you feel small bumps on your chest. You realized you fucked up big time.
The now clearly identified girl gets up crying. Her tears run down her cheeks.
"You think I'm a guy?" She yells. "I'm not a guy anymore! I'm a girl!"
WWYD