It's a massive void.

I strain to open my eyes and find it....surprisingly easy. Also surprising is my lack of headache, after all I did get intimately familiar with a trucks frontend. I rub my eyes in disbelieve.

"Yeah yeah, get your 'I just french kissed a truck at lethal speeds' act out of here and sit the fuck down." I hear a voice from behind me. "Quickly please, I may have all eternity but I don't wanna spend it staring at your back.".

I stand up, I am surprised that I can and turn around.

There's a woman at a desk in front of me, her outfit befitting a 1950s secretary but she's almost completely unremarkable. The desk is however not. It is made from the darkest wood I've ever seen, and on it sits a computer that seems to mix the aesthetics of the late 90s, steampunk and Alan Turings wet dreams, since it is both humungous and audibly clicks away calculations on relays and viaible vaccuum tubes. And is covered in yaoi stickers. So many yaoi stickers.

In front of the desk is a simple leather armchair. I rush over to sit down.

"Whe-" I begin but she cuts me off.

"You're dead, this is like the lobby to the multiverses, no I cannot bring you back to live, most religions with Gods are bullshit, except for the ones where God is a fucking asshole who keeps trying to invite me on stupid dates with her, no heaven isn't real either and from the looks of it you wouldn't have gone there anyways." She quickly rattles off answers to most questions I wanted to ask her.

"Allright, so, **** by truck-kun, well you are lucky you are the first to actually hit the truck yourself without it being suicide *and* your file says we made a mistake with original universe assignment and body anyways so your soul is getting thrown somewhere more...fitting." She says. "Now before you get sent over, I need you to understand that this is totally normal, souls get sent to various universes all the time. However in your case there are going to be drastic changes."

"Changes like what?" I ask her.

"Well it says here that your soul was meant to have a female body, rather than a male one and you're gonna be way cuter because you're gonna have a pair fox ears and a big bushy tail." She types something on her computer. "But that female body will keep the dick. Just to make the transition easier and give you at least something familiar to your old body. Unless you wanna lose it?"

I am shocked. I am flabbergasted. I am...happy?

I always knew that my body didn't feel right, but never really could put a finger on it. Turns out I was supposed to be girl. I am surprisingly happy at that. It does explain my love for gender bender hentai and why I always thought "I wanna be her" when watching porn.

"Hello? Do you want to keep your cock?" She asks, annoyed and snaps her fingers at me.