Open the door

You walk forward and open the door. You find yourself in the chair in the bedroom again. Sitting in front of the makeup table and the mirror. Your hands are reaching for all sorts of makeup on the desk and applying it. Your hand grabs a hairbrush and starts brushing your short hair. Before your eyes your hair grows with the brushing. You brush your hair to the middle of your back. Your face looks feminine, and the features have changed slightly. Your nose is narrower, your eyes wider. Your lips are fuller too. Your legs straighten, and you stand up. You walk back to the closet and look into the back of the closet. You see one article of clothing still in the closet. You reach in and pull it out. You place the dress on the bed and examine it. The white silk is woven expertly. You place the dress carefully on the floor and step into it. Your hands pull the dress up over your body. Sliding your arms through the sleeves, you realized it hugs your new curves perfectly. The dress is tailored to fit your form, and the many-layered skirt flows elegantly around your legs. The ruffles perfectly encircle your legs, swelling out. You bend down, and reach under the bed. You pull out a pair of white high heeled shoes. You step into the four inch heels to complete the look. You turn to face the mirror, and realize you are now a beautiful bride. You see yourself standing, and admire your beauty. You slowly begin to fade, and your mind and soul leave your body behind. You stare through the eyes that were once yours, watching the life of someone else.