Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

You brush back the long, red hair that you aren't used to behind your right ear and just look at the reflection staring back at you. Red hair, check. Green eyes, check. Female body, check. Everything is screaming at you that you are Emma Stone when in fact, you know in your mind you are as far from Emma Stone as could possibly be. And yet, here you are. Taking a little bit longer, weighing the pros and cons, odds and ends, trying to wrap your head around the reality that, yes you're you. But Emma Stone at the same time? You can feel your face wrinkle at the paradox as you look in the mirror again, running your fingers down your body, trying to get a sense of the reality of the situation. Trying to simply just understand more than anything else. But finally, after what seems like a lifetime of deliberation and thinking, seeing all the possible angles, you look into the mirror and...