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One dress stood out in particular. It was the ones those old schoolgirls used to wear. You thought the wave could possibly make you younger and give you a better opportunity to relive your high school life.
Right as you slipped it on, you automatically shortened down, but not by much. You're about 5' 7" now. As your hair grows longer it straightens itself and begins to gain a ginger coloration. You're officially a redhead. Your face restructures itself to become longer and more feminine, while makeup forms on your face.
"Blimey..." you say in your new sultry voice, surprised by the British accent.
"Oh, Bloody Hell! Why does it haffta be British", you complain.
You notice that you are about the age of 19, and your apartment looks more like a college dormitory. You feel information leave your head, while new information fills the empty space. Your useless facts on videogames, anime, and science, are replaced with useless facts about shopping, cosmetics, and creative writing. You remember going to college at a large research university, but now find yourself in a small liberal arts college. You want to say your still a logic-driven person, but the maths are just too difficult for you to understand. You question what else will become of your life.
Your contemplation is broken when you hear a knock at the door.
"Comin'!", you exclaim, rushing in a feminine manner.
Right as you slipped it on, you automatically shortened down, but not by much. You're about 5' 7" now. As your hair grows longer it straightens itself and begins to gain a ginger coloration. You're officially a redhead. Your face restructures itself to become longer and more feminine, while makeup forms on your face.
"Blimey..." you say in your new sultry voice, surprised by the British accent.
"Oh, Bloody Hell! Why does it haffta be British", you complain.
You notice that you are about the age of 19, and your apartment looks more like a college dormitory. You feel information leave your head, while new information fills the empty space. Your useless facts on videogames, anime, and science, are replaced with useless facts about shopping, cosmetics, and creative writing. You remember going to college at a large research university, but now find yourself in a small liberal arts college. You want to say your still a logic-driven person, but the maths are just too difficult for you to understand. You question what else will become of your life.
Your contemplation is broken when you hear a knock at the door.
"Comin'!", you exclaim, rushing in a feminine manner.
Who comes through the door?
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