Bilba woke up startled in her little hobbit hole.
"Why in the ever loving heck am I a woman? And nineteen?"She pondered. "I look like a creepy teenage Martin Freeman! Somebody must want me to be with a man, but at the same time is scared of the gays. Oh well, let's see where this ends up."
She proceeded to get up and brush her newfound long hair, which was still the color of damp sand. Her eyes were still the same shade of brown (at least probably brown idk tbh but let's be real nobody cares about staying accurate to eye color. Talking to you Harry Potter) that they've always been, but now had a slightly more feminine tilt to them. She was still quite short and stocky as hobbits tend to be, but there was no doubt Bilba was a female. Luckily, along with the physical changes to Bilba's body, all of her belongings seemed to have become fitted for a woman as well.
It almost seemed like she'd never been a man in the first place. She wondered if she was the only one who remembered her time as a man.
She suddenly remembered how some old guy with a pointy hat had told her to expect company today. She wasn't much for company herself, but wondered if the wizard had anything to do with how she became a woman. She hoped he would have the answer, and that the company wouldn't stay long. While Bilba was trying to decide what to do or make when the company came over, there was a knock on the door.
She shouldn't have been surprised, she has a habit for sleeping in. She went to open her door and when she did like 20 short dudes ran in.
Then a wizard who knew her mom or something walked in. She tried not to laugh at how he had to crouch down the entire time in her hobbit home. Gandalf, the wise old wizard had come to visit once again.
"Sweet mother Mary on a raft child, why are you a girl?" Gandalf exclaimed.
Bilba didn't have an answer, and luckily enough none of the short dudes seemed to question her being a female at all.
"You know what, enough crazy stuff happens these days. I really shouldn't be shocked." Gandalf said, somewhat wearily.
"Um this is dandy and all, but you have failed to address the fact of there being a half dozen tiny men with beards suddenly in my kitchen." Bilba said.
"Oh yeah right, you're going on some mythical quest and your gonna fight dragons and crap and it's gonna be great. Have you ever stolen anything? No? Well, learn because I told all these guys you were a master thief and you do not want to see these dudes angry. Especially prince McBroodypants over there. I told him we couldn't stop at IHOP this morning and geeeez you do not want to know how that ended. Some crap about avenging his father and a hatred of Waffle House. Personally, I really don't care what medium breakfast foods come from as long as they're-" Gandalf said half in a breakfasty trace.
"GOT IT." Yelled Bilba. She already knew it was going to be a long day.
