Examine yourself in the mirror

You do as the nurse asks, and look into the mirror.

The girl that looks back at you is a conglomeration of all the features of your fantasy girl rolled up into one tidy package.

“Your wet dream, right?” the nurse asks sarcastically. “That's the default state, because being stuck inside your own dream girl's body makes it harder for you to focus - to say the least - and easier to train. The problem is, some folk's idea of the perfect woman is just unmanageable - triple F breasts and whatnot - and I fix what's fucked up about them.”

You stare at your own reflection. Nothing about the scene is amiss, nothing indicates that this is all virtual. Your body has quantifiable imperfections - one breast has a slightly larger nipple, your nose has an odd little dip to it - that only magnify the reality of what you're experiencing. You can see the nurse behind you in the mirror's reflection. Behind you and above you. You feel tiny next to her, and being naked doesn't help.

“I show this to every girl that comes in,” the nurse says. “You may be your dream girl, but you're also real. Look closely, and understand what this is about.”

You look over your shoulder at her. “What is this about?” you ask.

“Adjusting your worldview from one where you think you're a guy trapped in a simulation as a girl into one where you think you're a girl doomed to return to a man's body. Fortunately, by the time you're ready to think that way, you won't have a man's body to return to. Now, do you like what you see?”

You look back at your reflection. Up until now you hadn't really examined who it was you had become - or why, for that matter. The girl looks nervous, but very pretty.

“Yes,” you whisper finally.

“Good. Because that's the body you'll be returning to after you leave this school. Do you understand that, Janet? This is it. This is you. Once you accept that life with a dick is no longer an option for you, things will get easier, I promise.”

“Now, get on the scale, missy.”