Merlin opened his eyes only to discover that the ceiling he was staring at was not his own. He sat up quickly and looked around. He recognized the room he was in and knew he was in trouble.

The room belonged to Morgana.

Glancing around he noticed he was alone. Thinking he could sneak out he climbed out of the bed to find that he was wearing one of Morgana's dresses. He picked up the fabric with his hands, hands that were too small and delicate. A horrible thought crossed his mind and his hands drifted up towards his chest where he encountered a pair of perky breasts.

"Why am I a woman?" He wondered aloud, then recognized the voice that came out. "Wait." He grabbed a mirror from the bedside table and looked into it. "Why am I Morgana?"