Blinking you look at your reflection. The name in the glass, well... It must be yours, you guess. Looking yourself over in the mirror, you realise you look like a Carla Espinoza. That long dark hair is what you summon up when you think of Latinas, and that proudly displayed bust... Well, surely if you're that blessed, you'd lean in to it.
Your hands roam around the dress, confirming you have the necessary counterbalancing ass to match that chest.
"¡Qué tetas! ¡Qué culo!" you mutter to your mirror self.
"Carla Espinoza." you purr your name, enjoying the movement of those plush full lips. Recoiling a step, you can't recall anything before waking. How you got here, who you are! Hell without it being on the mirror you wouldn't even know your own name?!
A nervous sense of wrongness fires up and down your spine. But with everything else you've lost, you want to dismiss that.
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