You look stunning

You look stunning today. Despite the rush and not having showered, eaten, or put on makeup, the face that greets back from the mirror is as beautiful as ever.

Sophie: "Hey, lookin' good..."

This is strange. Since when have you ever woken up looking good? You take a step closer to inspect the face which hardly seems yours anymore.

Sophie:' "Oh wow... That is amazing!"

Your hair shines softly even in the dim light of the foyer. Your eyes are clear and vibrant in colour. Your lips: pronounced and smooth. You place a small peck on the glass surface, leaving behind a picture-perfect imprint that almost seems to glow red.

Your skin has turned flawless. All of your previous tan lines have been overturned in favor of a smooth, carefully crafted complexion. Blemishes and blackheads seem non-existent, and even pores seem particularly hesitant to show themselves today.

As you rise to your full length and lean real close, you bump yourself on the mirror accidentally. To you, it's instantly clear what is the reason for this unexpected collision. Looking down, you confirm your suspicions: boobs. You have no idea how you evaded this information while cramming these softballs into your B-cup bras earlier. Must've been all the hurry, but still. And jutting proudly out through three layers of fabric are your newfound nipples, now as pronounced as the erasers on pencils.

Sophie: "Jesus! I could smother somebody with these. And practically carve a pumpkin with these!"

In a momentary flash of experimentation, you decide to flick one of your nipples. Turns out, it wasn't even erect yet. In a matter of seconds, the determined diamond tip jabs clear through your bra, undershirt and jacket. Your jaw is left hanging.

Sophie: "What am I!?"