Watch your reflection as your face transforms

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Miss Velvet produces a large handheld mirror from beneath the table, angling it so your entire face fills the reflection. The reflection stares back at you—and it's already changing. The serums are working rapidly now, their combined effects reshaping you with frightening efficiency.

Your jawline shifts first, the angular masculine edges melting away as bone restructures beneath the skin, softening the hard lines, blurring and rounding. You watch as your chin reshapes itself, becoming smaller, more delicate. The bone seems to ripple beneath your skin like water disturbed by a stone. The grinding sensation you felt moments ago now has visual confirmation—your skeleton is literally restructuring itself. The sensation is nauseating—a deep grinding that you feel in your teeth, your sinuses, everywhere. You watch the strong jaw that once defined your face soften into something rounded and delicate. The transformation is visible in real-time, your reflection subtly morphing with each passing second.

"Look at that," Miss Velvet murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Your chin is getting so small and feminine. Like a little doll. Beautiful," Miss Velvet breathes, adjusting the mirror angle. "Watch your cheekbones rise. See how your brow ridge is flattening?"

She's right. The heavy ridge above your eyes that you'd never thought about before is disappearing, smoothing into a gentle curve. The pain intensifies with each visible change—a deep, nauseating ache that radiates through your skull.

Your cheekbones are next, pushing upward and outward, creating the high, delicate structure of a young woman's face. They rise slightly, becoming more pronounced but in a softer way—the high, apple-rounded cheeks of youth rather than the severe angles of adulthood. The bones beneath your eyes restructure, creating a wider, more innocent appearance.

The lip enhancement serum sends tingling heat through your mouth. Your lips swell visibly, growing fuller and softer with each heartbeat. They take on a natural pout, the kind of mouth that belongs on a young female student, no older than nineteen.

"So fresh and innocent," Miss Velvet says softly, studying your changing face with intense focus.

The permanent makeup activates across your face. You watch as your lashes darken subtly, as if touched with natural mascara. A faint pink tint blooms across your lips. Your lips take on a natural pink hue that darkens as you watch, as if you're wearing lipstick. The sensation is strange—a tingling fullness that makes you want to touch them, but the restraints hold you immobile. Your eyebrows thin and arch into delicate shapes that frame your eyes perfectly.

"The makeup is setting in now," Miss Velvet explains, her voice low and intimate. "Permanent cosmetics integrated into your skin cells. You'll never need to apply makeup again—it's part of you now."

Dark color blooms along your lash lines, forming perfect eyeliner that frames your eyes. Your lashes themselves seem to darken and lengthen. Subtle shadow appears on your eyelids, and your eyebrows thin and arch into feminine shapes.

The transformation accelerates. Your nose narrows, the bridge becoming more refined. The overall structure of your face shifts from angular masculinity to soft femininity. Combined with your shoulder-length light-brown hair with bangs, the reflection shows someone completely different.

"You're going to be so pretty," Miss Velvet murmurs, her free hand stroking through your hair. "Such a sweet little face. Innocent and vulnerable."

The bone restructuring continues its work, each shift accompanied by that deep grinding ache. You can't look away from the mirror. The person staring back at you has your eyes, your basic features—but arranged into a face that's unmistakably female, unmistakably young.

"How does it feel, Candy?" Miss Velvet asks. "Watching yourself disappear?"

Your entire facial structure has transformed. Gone is any trace of the man who entered this club. In the mirror is a pretty girl with Light brown bangs framing enormous, vulnerable eyes. Your skin looks smoother, almost luminescent. The face staring back at you is undeniably, unmistakably feminine.

"Perfect," Miss Velvet breathes. She sets the mirror down and traces her gloved finger along your new jawline. She leans closer, her pink eyes gleaming. "And we're nowhere near done yet."