Paris woke up and noticed you, and grabbed your new feminine arm.
"Give me my body back!" she yells.
"Um, excuse me? And how did you even get here?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm Paris Hilton, and you're in MY dressing room."
"Nuh uh! This is my dressing room! I'M PARIS HILTON!"
"Little boy, you need help. Look, if you were really me, Paris Hilton, you wouldn't get a turn on when you kiss girls, right?"
"Ugh, no, although it is fun to see guys get turned on."
You reach down, considering your heels make you taller, and kiss your former self. Instantly you see that his penis starts to become hard.
"See? You're a guy, silly. You must just have been so happy to meet me you thought you were me."
Paris, now David, looked down in confusion. "Maybe I am David..."
"Good, now I suggest you go to therepy to go fix yourself, silly." You open the door and call for security to safely escort "him" back to his house.
With him out of the way, you can finally live a rich, glamorous life, and nobody can tell you what to do! You're used to people commenting on you, so all the gossip around Paris won't bother you. So, what should you do first?
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