No sooner than you set foot on the dance floor proper than a wave of disorientation sweeps over you, causing you to stumble. Fortunately, one of the figures is there to catch you, but he immediately spins you into the dance, leading you in an intricate pattern of turns and change steps across the floor.

By the end of the third waltz, though, your clouded mind picks up on what went wrong, though your body has long since adjusted to its new curves and the flowing ballgown you find yourself wearing. Part of your mind is telling you to panic, that this isn't natural, that you're not supposed to be a girl... but another part, perhaps a bit more insistent, enjoys the music, the dancing, the experience.

Besides, you make for a rather pretty girl, your partner is quite handsome -- for a ghost -- and you've never danced like this before. Surely a few more turns around the dance floor won't hurt. What else could possibly happen?