The Shifting Person

I am Harry. I recently turned 21 and had my **** cut off. The day it happened started off with one of my best birthdays ever. My family had decided to surprise me in the morning with cake for breakfast. It was delicious having a sandwich cake with vanilla ice cream holding the chocolate together. After I went out to have fun with my friends Sarah and Tony. We split up after to head home as it was getting late. While walking away I bumped into an youthful lady. I apologized profusely and tried to help her up. This was the beginning. At night during my sleep two people captured me and brought me to a mansion. They tied me against to a chair. The next person I saw was the youthful lady. She told me I had apparently 'defiled' her. When she decided to cut my **** off, I struggled, I cried, I suffered, I pleaded yet, she did not let me off. I bled out and died. Fast forward and now I live in another world as a girl. During my time as a baby I drank milk and slept. I did not cry as that would be embarrassing for a person of my real age. Though I did cry once when a strange technique was burned into my mind when I slept at 4. The technique was apparently called [Shifting Fighter].