Michelle's roommate Charlotte.

"Oh, hi, Charli," you say in response, as you both stop to talk. You see her suppress a wince: she really dislikes being addressed that way.

You temporize a bit as two sets of thoughts run through your perfectly groomed Dawn head. Josh's thoughts (you can't help thinking of your real self as "that loser" what with being totally enveloped in Dawn and thinking with what must be her brain), which are that here's your chance to become Charlotte and be the roommate of the girl you love: can you use the skills of persuasion you have as Dawn to get her into what's now your dorm room to be zapped with the pens? No surprise there. But the thoughts you have from being Dawn surprise you.

You, Dawn, want to be Charlotte, and what's been an obsession in the back of Dawn's mind since the girls first met is now front and center in the Dawn self that cloaks the pathetic Josh self within, because with those pens you can at last be Charlotte instead of you. You've done your best with the body you were born with (now it's as if you never were Josh, so powerful is Dawn's obsession), and you look fantastic although it's been a constant struggle to keep your body looking great. But that bitch Charlotte is a natural beauty! Stupid cunt doesn't even realize it. You'd **** to have that glorious fiery hair, that so-pale skin with the cute freckles, those huge wistful gray eyes, that compact and perfectly proportioned little body: secretly you hate being so tall.