A few more aesthetic upgrades...

You want to go out and enjoy your new body in public, but... looking at your reflection in the mirror, you can't help feeling embarrassed at how unbalanced you feel now. Your body is something special, but everything above the neck is just... not ugly, but plain. You comb a hand through your thin and shaggy red hair, and eye your thin lips and the scattering of acne scars on your face.

'I need to fix myself up a little more before I go anywhere.' You think to yourself, already back at your desk before you can even second-guess it. It's getting easier to convince yourself to change reality already, and even though you're sure it'll come back to bite you eventually, that's a problem for later.

{ I have an extremely attractive face, very plump and full lips, and my hair is a voluminous wolf cut. To everyone else, I'll have always looked like this. }

You hit enter and throw yourself out of the chair, tits quaking in your bra as you rush to the mirror to get to see the changes. By the time you're in front of it your face and scalp already feel warm, and the first change to settle is your hair. Shaggy locks suddenly puff outwards in wavy layers, your new bangs framing your face nicely while the subtle curls and twists of your hair roll down over your shoulders and back. Your new hair looks amazing, but that's not all.

You watch in glee as your face smooths of all its blemishes, leaving behind only what's needed to keep you from looking uncanny, while your lashes fill out and your facial features narrow and soften a bit. You watch your eyes grow a bit hooded, like permanent bedroom eyes, and then the warm centers in on your lips. They puff up slowly, gaining a cute permanent part that shows your two front teeth behind them. They lose some of their natural look, looking more like you got lip fillers, but you don't mind as they slowly swell just long enough to exceed the thickness of your finger. Your new lips feel weirdly at home on your face, as you push them together and make a few noises.

"Nice..." You mumble, even though there's a part of you that understands the girl in the mirror is nearly unrecognizable. It's hardly even you anymore, but you can't bring yourself to care.