"A younger woman."

"You know, I prefer the younger ladies. They're still full of energy and not all jaded by the experiences of life, you know?"

The words burn into your brain. Younger. Youthful. Lady. Your body begins to change. You are dimly aware that you are regressing in age, but far more drastically your facial features are softening, feminizing. Your body hair thins, your hair on your head thickens. Small breasts emerge from your chest, while your penis pulls up into your body with a tug as your reproductive organs arrange. You are a young woman, in the prime of her life. Your head throbs with a headache as you feel vast amounts of experience fading from your mind: specifics about growing up, experiences and memories you had. Your mind and emotions are being reset to a more naive, youthful and inexperienced mindset.

Any thoughts of panic you might have at this change of sex and mental capacity is completely overshadowed by the still pressing need to be this strange man's perfect girlfriend. You blurt out another question:

"What's your perfect partner's best feature?"