Roxanne, 22 years old

And so it will become.

"Woah... So that's who I am now? Roxanne?"

Yup! And all the history that comes with it, too. You grew in a decent home on the outskirts of the city. You've got a loving family and a stable part-time job while you're in university studying... Well we'll decide that later. You're rather attractive if I do say so myself.

"Well," you begin to say, "at least all that sounds nice."

It does doesn't it?

"Yeah. It feels like all of that's always been true. Like I really have always had that."

For now at least.

"What do you mean?" you inquire.

Well, let's have an example of what I mean. Let's say you have the most beautiful blonde hair and you take care of it every day. How does that feel?

"Great!" you answer. "I really do love my hair!"

I would assume so. So you like your hair?

"I do!" you answer happily.

Great! I really am glad you love your crimson red ponytail.

"Thanks- hey wait a minute!" you suddenly catch on, "When did you change my hair?"

What do you mean?

"Well, for a minute there, you were talking about my hair being blonde, but my hair's always been red... What was that all about?"

Oh you'll see soon enough. First though...