A reflection of a young woman.

I am suddenly surprised at the reflection in the mirror-like glass window. The reflection contains an attractive young woman with brunette hair and stunning eyes. She looks very young, probably still at the age of 18 or 19. If I was still a guy, I would be attracted to her, but if I was still the guy I was before, I would just stare and look upon the pretty face with hopeless hop. It is too unbelievable but as I look with my own eyes upon my hand that I lift to see, I see the characteristics of a girls hand. I find that they are delicate and soft and smooth to the touch.

With a unusual feeling inside me I smile back at the reflection, revealing pure white, straight teeth. It seems a sense of gladness has overcome me. Gladness that which is a feeling of relief from my old life. It seems my slate has been wiped clean but put into the hands of this beautiful girl I see in the reflection.

Continuing, I feel with my two gentle hands the outfit I seem to be wearing. The young woman body is wearing casual clothes, clothes that could be worn on a night out with friends, on this petite, but voluptuous body. I can see how short but not too short I am. On my legs I wear tight fitting jeans and as the breeze passes on my exposed feet, I feel that I am wearing some heels. I look down to see what kind of heels I'm wearing. From what I could see, the heels I'm wear are two-toned, having black straps and a clear acrylic platform, measuring half an inch from floor to foot. The heel is acrylic as well, and judging from my natural height to the height emphasized by the heels, I can tell that the heels are five to six inch high heels. This makes them stiletto high heels.

Knowing that I have underwear, I feel that I am wearing a thong, of a lace fabric, with the thin piece of fabric stretched in between my two soft ass cheeks, but unknown to what kind or what color they may be. All I know is that I feel the presence of frills on the fabric.

On my upper body, I am wearing a tight fitting top with spaghetti straps holding it up. Under it I am not sure, but it feels like I have a lace bra underneath. It is for certain that I am slender and not at all chubby or obese. The only parts of my womanly body that is emphasized are the medium-sized breasts protruding out from my chest and my ass cheeks which are snugly by the back of the pants and fit by the tight waist around my waist. Over my upper body I am loosely wearing what looks like a brown jacket with faux fur on the hem of the hood. I feel a sudden breeze and my body immediately tightens the jacket against my female body to warm me up.

My hair as it may seem is long with large curls. Looking again into the reflecting window, I see that my hair isn't at all unkempt, with no visible frizzing. I run a hand through my brunette hair and I feel the smooth, silkiness of my locks. I am now wondering how a girl with glamorous hair is doing out here in the American wilderness. I am probably in a situation where I am leaving my hometown to drive to a college. Or maybe I just broke up with a boyfriend but that is just pushing the envelope.

What really shocks me is that I no longer have my beat up, rusty car. What I see in place of my old car is a new, refurbished Mazda RX-8. The color is blue with sparkles in it and the windows have tint on them. I also see a small wing on the top of the trunk. I can only wonder why this car is here. But with the giddyness of a little child on Christmas day, I have a desire to get in it. I look into my jacket and find I key in one of the pockets. Next to the key is a remote and I use that to unlock the car door.

Once I grab the door handle, open the door, and lay my eyes on the incredible interior I waste no time in getting in. I sit on the driver's seat, close the door, and turn on a light so I can see. My ass is held in the bucket seat of the car and as I place my hands on the steering wheel, in a unusual sense, I feel so happy that I am here. I feel like all my worries from my old life has been erased or forgotten.