“What the actual fuck?!” I squealed incredulously, shocked in part by the high pitch sound of my own voice, and reflection of the young, curvy, and very much FEMININE looking girl reflected before me.

“Is that really me?” I thought, as I locked eyes with said girl.

Instantly, a thousand thoughts swam through my head, as I watched her flawlessly mimic my every movement, like some freaky doppelganger straight out of a horror flick.

“This has to be a dr... shit.”

As, I gently touched her... no I guess my new face?? Ugh too confusing. I couldn’t help but depressingly note just how shockingly different it was from my old one.

Soft skin, oval shape, with a round jawline. Her countenance was absolutely lacking in similarity to my old grizzly looking mug.

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However, observing more keenly, I had to admit that she wasn’t the prettiest girl around the block.

Although, I wouldn’t label her as ugly per say. It was more like I was staring at a really... average person.

Sigh. And now I was wearing said average girl face, like some fucked up skin mask. I thought helplessly.

Hmm.

With a slight frown, my eyes subtly navigated their way down towards my nether region, or more specifically the cool air now flowing through the space between my thighs, where my manly bits used to hang.

Hmmm.

I still haven’t technically checked, have I?

Just when I was ruminating on whether-or-not to look, my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Room service.”