You give a cute girly eek as you cover your eyes, running as quick as your little legs can take you, fleeing towards the exit.
Oddly enough, you do make it outside without bumping into anything, as you can feel the wind breeze over your hair. You stop, and uncover your eyes. You think that by leaving the house of mirrors you might break whatever illusion was placed over you when you looked at the mirrors...
Then you look down, still seeing the pink shirt that covers your upper body loosely. You also still see a long blue skirt covering your legs and black mary-janes covering your feet which are in bunched white socks. You reach a hand up to your brown hair and see that it's been tied into a long ponytail.
You feel the urge to cry, still frustrated of being a little girl, but you so far manage to keep yourself from succumbing to the sudden urges your childish body wants. You ponder on alternatives.