As I sat at my desk, I couldn't help but stare at the unfamiliar reflection staring back at me from the computer screen. The bright, morning light streaming through the office window highlighted the features of my new face - a face that was no longer mine. I touched my cheek, feeling the soft, smooth skin, and my mind reeled in shock. This was really happening. I was a woman now.
I looked down at my body, clad in a crisp, white blouse and a pencil skirt that seemed to hug my curves in all the wrong places. My hands, once strong and calloused, were now delicately manicured, with nails painted a subtle shade of pink. I flexed my fingers, watching as they moved with a newfound dexterity.
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