Like a daughter

"Oh my god..." Harold muttered quietly, a smile appearing on his face, as he looked at the reflection in the mirror. There was a definite resemblance to Sandra a bit, with the brown hair, and the soft pale skin with just a hint of being able to tan. That was the first thing, not to mention the fact that the pill had an age-regression component added in to the mix. He knew that, in this body at least, he was 22 years old. That much was apparent and the documents that XChange was working on would reflect a newly graduated young woman with a degree in travel hospitality management. A perfunctory degree meant to be a place-holder but it was still something to help embellish her background a bit.

"You done there?" called Annabeth, shaking him from his examination. Her voice sounded deeper and masculine, telling him that her changes must have been over with at that moment.

"Yeah, just about..." he called back, tearing his eyes from the mirror long enough to pick up his phone and after snapping the pictures, uploaded them to XChange and then placed the phone back onto the bed. "Okay, done." He turned and walked out of the room, noticing how different things seemed to be with each step he took.

Harold reached Annabeth's room. "You okay in there?"

"Yeah, come in."

Harold opened the door. "Oh my god..."