Sure... I... oh god... everything is going black....

You wake up some time later, with your face pressed against the floor.

You sit up slowly, shaking your head, groggy and disoriented trying to come to terms with what happened.

Wavy long, light-brown hair with blond highlights cascades down around your face.

You feel your new breasts heavily pulling against your chest as you sit up. Unconsciously your remember your posture training and pull your shoulders back and lift your head up high.

You can see your lipstick is smudged in the mirror, and without thinking about it, you delicately fix it up with the tip of your finger. Then you blend some of the other makeup where your face pressed against the floor, smoothing things out.

You look at your image in the mirror again, and you're about to faint a second time, but with steely reserve you decide, "not this time," and you maintain consciousness, holding yourself still and upright until your brain has adjusted.