Lamy Transformation

That morning, I woke up feeling off.

I'd normally wake up that way after having an odd dream or having a really sleepless night. But I recall sleeping really well, so well in fact that I didn't even remember my dreams.

I lifted myself out of bed.

Okay, something was definitely wrong. On the way up I nearly toppled over. Maybe my arms were sore, I had a hard day at work yesterday. But they didn't hurt, and it felt more like my center of mass was off rather than my arms being weak.

Something fell from my head onto the bed.

I rubbed my eyes. That was some odd white cap. For sure I did not fall asleep last night wearing that, maybe it was my roommate trying to play a prank on me.

As I cleared my eyes of the crust that had built up in them overnight, something soft brushed up against my face. I immediately pulled my arm away, but my hazy mind still took a good ten seconds to recognize what it was.

Each of my arms was clad in a massive sleeve. They were light blue and decorated with prints of snowflakes, folding over at the ends to show white, puffy insides.

It was a coat, and a damn nice one at that.

Okay... this looked expensive, and I was sure my roommate didn't have this much money to spare on designer clothes, much less one for a prank. But the coat was actually pretty warm, so I decided to play along.

His problem if he wanted it back.

Stepping into the bathroom, I flicked on the light. Morning procedures, morning procedures... it's been a few days since I shaved, have I? Clicking the plastic cover off my razor, I went to grab my shaving gel.

But the moment I shifted my eyes to look at the mirror, I immediately flung the razor away and threw myself back, all while yelling a ridiculously girly scream.

The person who was staring back at me... wasn't me.

I had almost gone to my reflexes and expected there to be someone behind me. But that wouldn't explain the lack of me in the mirror at all.

Sitting on the cold bathroom ground, I looked around. There was nobody else in here.

I shakily stood to my feet and gave a quick glance, again.

The bluenette in the mirror, likewise, peered from over the bathroom countertop.

I darted back down.

What the hell...? This is some dream, I must be dreaming. There's no way...

But if I was dreaming, then there wasn't anything for me to be scared of, right?

I slowly lifted myself off the floor again, finally seeing my full 'self' in the mirror.

The yellow eyes stuck out to me first. The amber surrounded a pair of almost pinpoint pupils. Following that was the hair, which was an ocean-blue in color. It flowed down the length of my back. Poking from the sides of my head, out of my hair, were two long, pointed ears.

An elf... I was some elf.

And not just an elf, a female elf. With a notable chest.

No wonder my center of balance felt off when I tried getting out of bed.

Not only was my overall appearance completely different, but so were my clothes. Gone were the casual shirt and shorts I normally wore to bed; they were replaced by some unusually extravagant outfit, complete with a white shirt covered in a black corset, a frilled skirt that didn't even reach halfway down my thigh, and two white stockings that ended above my knee.

Included were some boots (I was wearing shoes while sleeping?) and the jacket I distinctly remember seeing on my arms when I first woke up.

It also explained that that cap that fell off my head when I first got out of bed.

"Hello...?"

My voice... the once-deep voice that I was so proud of, gone. It was now much higher pitched, yet it had a quiet, cool tone to it.

Through all my apprehension and confusion, there was one thing I certainly had to admit: The elf girl in the mirror was hot.

I quickly pushed those thoughts out. This was far too vivid to be a dream. But it had to be one, there's no way...

I slammed my forehead against the mirror.

All I accomplished was shattering the mirror while leaving a bloody bruise on my forehead.

This... wasn't going to get me anywhere.

I gingerly stepped over the broken glass out of the bathroom, while rubbing the self-inflicted bruise on my head.

There was no way I was going outside in this outfit, I looked like some anime character. But I wasn't sure my other clothes would even fit; they were made for a guy who was 5'11 and worked out in the sun.

Me... no, this body I was in, was much shorter. If I had to guess... at least around five feet, but less than 5'5.

And then there was the matter of work, I'd need to call in saying that I can't make it today... oh my god, what was I supposed to do?

A thought came to mind. I looked like an anime character... does that mean that had anything to do with the predicament I was in?

The thought loathed me, but there was only one way to find out. What else was I supposed to do?

Picking up my phone, I realized that the fingerprint authentication didn't even work anymore. I quickly tapped in my password. Yet another problem that I quickly recognized; if I didn't have my original fingerprints, I literally can't prove that I'm myself.

I have a friend who's into weeb shit. I was one tap away from straight-up calling him, but I stopped myself before I could press the button.

I couldn't speak to him like this. No, I'd have to text him instead.

It took me a good five minutes to figure out how to start this conversation. How would I even begin? Someone who didn't watch anime, suddenly texting his anime-loving friend about some (probably obscure) anime character? That would raise some eyebrows.

Right, I need to pretend that I saw the character someplace and she seemed familiar, without making myself seem too interested. I began tapping away and soon got a response.

Shit, he's asking for a photo. I'll make up an excuse that I wasn't quick enough to snap an image.

Pale skin, yellow eyes, elf ears, and most importantly, light-blue hair that went down to the neck. I also had to give him a general description of the... clothing, too, since I was assuming whoever I was also... wore this.

I waited for five anxious minutes as he texted back "give me a moment". My breath quickened in anticipation as I saw the three dots pop up above the chatbox, indicating that he was typing something.

It was a link to a wikia. Yukihana Lamy, Virtual Youtuber.

Aside from the obvious differences, such as the fact that I currently didn't have massive anime eyes, it was a near-exact resemblance. From the ears to the hair, even to the eyes and clothes. I could probably pass as a really, really good cosplayer.

Except I wasn't one. I was a guy, damnit.

That was the moment it hit me hard. This wasn't a dream... or if it was, it was a coma dream, because I couldn't get out. Either way, I knew my life was irreversibly changed, and not for the better.

My mind immediately went to all of the issues I'd be having the moment I step into society again. Every single one of my IDs was now invalid. I couldn't prove that I was myself anymore, which means I also can't access any of my bank accounts. Showing up to work was completely out of the picture, and I was lucky that my roommate was either still asleep or had already left the building.

I had a few hundred dollars on hand. My passport and driver's license were useless... well, I could probably get away with the license as long as I don't get pulled over. Credit and debit cards... I need to max those out. I need to find a safe place out of town to stay until this... transformation reverses.

But where the hell was I supposed to go from here? Who should I even trust?

[Author's Note: If I was willing to extend this into a full novella I'd write an entire arc where the main character is gradually experiencing a mental shift where their mind itself is turning into Lamy and they have to come to terms with that, but I don't have the time nor dedication to do all that.]