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That's not me, it can't be. This girl has a muscular body, an angular face, high cheekbones and creamy white skin. Her nose isn't scrunched up like mine, but a bit longer and less flat. Her lips are a bit darker, and her jaw isn't crooked like my own, and looks almost sharp somehow. Aqua, striking blue eyes watch me with shock and curiosity, as if she can't believe someone as ugly as I am exists. Framing that gorgeous face are long, wavy locks of dark blonde hair, almost brown but not there yet. It falls in feathery layers, with streaks of a pale chocolate and even black. They reach halfway down the girl's boobs, which are larger and less saggy than my own.
I glance down, then back at my mirror, then back at myself. That girl is me. Which isn't possible, because I can't just change like that, a snap of fingers, a twirl of a wand. So what the hell happened?
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