Get a proper look at the "new you."

You decide to get a better look at your new form. You start making your way towards the bathroom, only to stumble. Apparently, you've gotten shorter, because the last few inches of your blue jeans are now bunched around the heel of your foot. Sure enough, when you take a closer look at your room, everything seems taller- as if some gremlin had moved your posters just a little bit farther up the wall. Oh well. It's far from the most remarkable change that's occurred.

Stepping more carefully, you continue on your path. A bad thought occurs to you: X-change Basic is designed to use your existing genetic code when it generates your new face. What if you end up looking too much like one of your parents? It might raise some eyebrows at the party when you claim to be your dad's "date."

When you finally stagger in front of your bathroom mirror, you discover that you needn't have worried. Individual traits still show: your face has remained fairly circular, with a strong jaw, albeit tempered for a more feminine form, and your nose, normally small and rounded, is virtually unchanged, now presenting a cute "button affect". However, taken as a whole, your resemblance to your male form is at best, at second cousin-level.

And you're cute. "Wow..." you murmur, your female voice only adding to the bizarreness of the situation. You're not quite at model level; more like a girl that guys turn to look twice at as she passes by. The kind of girl you'd be into if you met her at a party.

You spend a minute or two talking to yourself just to hear how it sounds. "Testing, one two three... Rubber baby buggy bumper... She sells seashells down by the seashore..." You don't sound like a helium-voiced bimbo, nor do you have a breathy Marilyn Monroe purr, but a confident, middle of the range female voice that's quite pleasant to listen to. You watch your puffy lips move, struggling to accept that movement as part of your own face.

You laugh at yourself, and in that moment, with your mouth twisted into a lopsided grin hung with a delightful little dimple, you're the spitting image of your mother.

So maybe some resemblance, then. But enough to fool the folks at the party.

The hair also throws off the scent. Your dad has light, sandy-brown hair, while your mom was a dark brunette, but it looks like you inherited maternal Grandma Siobhan's auburn locks. It's shorter than you might expected, hanging at chin level in a playful bob.

You're pretty, and you enjoy the feeling. It's fun. And you'll look a treat hanging off your dad's arm tonight.

But what about the rest of you? How familiar are you with the female body?