When I opened the mysterious package that I had found on my doorstep, and looked inside, I was sure that someone had made some kind of mistake. It was at once a music box as well as a snow globe. Within the globe was a cheerful-looking girl, who appeared to be ready to dance in the snow with the music. And, oddly enough, it came with a pair of headphones.

    I didn't think that it had been a gift intended for me, since I thought it a more appropriate gift for a girl. However, I also knew that there was no accounting for taste, and that I might as well listen to it in the case that it really had been meant for me: because it may very well have come from a girl that was interested in a relationship with me, who might ask something relevant to their gift; a sort of litmus test, as it were.

    So I decided to set it up on my bed and listen to it there. I put on the headphones, since I assumed that that was the only way to hear the music. I then turned the windup key several times, and I could hear the spring motor wind up as I did so. Finally, I let go of the windup key and waited for the music to start.

    As the girl within the globe started to spin, and some mechanism caused the snow to swirl around her, I began to hear an unexpected sound coming from the headphones: a woman's voice. I figured I'd hear the sound of a metal comb being plucked, as usual. But the woman had a lovely voice, an enchanting voice, so I didn't mind.

    Far from it. Before long I found myself lying down and closing my eyes, to free myself from everything else. The musical tone of her voice danced around me, bathed me, suffused me, became me. It touched upon something deep within me that I hadn't ever been aware of before, something primal, and brought it out. I could feel my body bend to its raw nature, becoming something else, something more, that the refined human body had lost a long time ago.

    When the music stopped, I slowly opened my eyes. The girl in the globe, who had been standing before, and cheerful, was now reclining, exhausted. I smiled. Her voice had called out to my soul, the essence of my femininity, as only a song could. My heart and mind were left unchanged, for that which was relative to experience could not define what was feminine, what had come before them.

    I wasn't upset by what had transpired. Quite the contrary: it felt too right, too perfect, to complain. All was as it should be. Perhaps it was destiny? All I knew was that reality had changed along with me, since my soul was a fundamental part of existence, and that there was nothing to come into conflict with my transformation. The life I had before was over, and the life I had now was beginning.

    My song had been sung, after all.