I groggily waltzed over to the washroom to freshen up for the day. For the last time I looked at my reflection, plain brown eyes, a roman nose, thin lips, large forehead, pointy chin, and scraggly black hair. I almost gag. I drag my feet over to the scale and wait for the results, 89 pounds. I guess i should try eating today. I begin to undress so I can disenfect myself, as i remove my sleep suit I linger on the scars that run up and down my flesh, one for everytime i felt worthless. There must have been hundreds. I hop into the disenfector and allow the cool mettalic arms to run over my skin replacing it with a new layer. A screen lowers down from the ceiling above me, three options, 'Peaches, Melon, or Vanilla Bean'. I immediatly press peaches and await for the thin scented mist to hit my body. Every droplet feels like a cold dart on my new skin. A gaping hole opens up in the wall and a blast of hot air rushes out of it, setting me dry. I crawl out of the disenfector and to the sink to replace my teeth. Hmm which pair to choose. I ended up deciding on a simple pair with slightly pointed incisors and of course completely symmetrical. I felt ready and refreshed as i marched out of the washroom to get dressed. I stood under the clothing portal pondering what it'd choose for me. I still remember my first day using the clothing portal, it had to ask me several questions on what kind of clothes i prefer. I clearly remember the first thing i did was cross out pink and sparkles. I snapped back to reality as i listened to the whirr of the portal as it stretched, dropping a perfectly matched outfit atop my head. A plain white t-shirt, paired with wildly printed pants, and white high tops. Okay, clothes, check, cleanliness, check, teeth, check, face,...
