Imagine playing out a Fantasia through your other self's eyes.

Sitting on the edge of the bed. Knowing you want a change. Nervously turning the bottle over and over. Finally, the cap comes off and you swig it down. You, drowsy, fall into a sleep of chaotic dreams, as the Fantasia rummages through your psyche, determining the "you", you really want to be. Then the moment you awaken, different. The Fantasia mayhap surprised you. Knows better than you. Knows the Truth(tm). So you only *thought* you wanted to be a big strong Highlander man. You must have been very, very good at lying to yourself, because the gentle rise and fall of your new breasts causes you to sit up and give a high-pitched feminine cry of surprise...!