Nope. Your head is covered in very short hair.

You walk to the bathroom and see your reflection. You’re… big. Fat belly, fat butt, large boobs. You can’t help find yourself ugly. This is definitely not your type of girl. You see clothing on the floor, a short shiny-red metallic dress. You pick it up and realize it fits your current body. It smells a bit of sweat, but you have little choice and slide it on.

You walk back into the room and look at the underwear. There is a bra, not the pretty kind, just a black bra, with large cups accommodating your large boobs. You fiddle a while and finally successfully get it on under that dress. You take one look at the thong, all covered in dried juices, and decide you’re NOT putting that on. If you have to go commando… so be it.

You keep looking and finally find a handbag, from famous designer ’GUCHI’ in Shenzhen. The pink fake leather somehow fits the dress, or it doesn’t. It’s a matter of opinion. OK, you hate it. Inside, there is a tube of orange gloss, some make-up from a cheap Chinese brand, a bus pass and an ID that states you’re 23, female, and your parents named you ‘Destiny-Angel Aniyah Taylor’. There is also a First Republic credit card, an IKEA pencil and a folded paper containing a list of jobs and phones, most of them crossed out. Apparently, you’re the current lucky owner of a jobless body.

Suddenly, you hear a noise in the house.