That's the name that floated around in your head as your shirt started to shrink. The fabric became white with a red collar as something molded around your breasts and supported them. Part of the shirt had melted away to form your bra, a second layer formed a white undershirt. Then the rest turned into a southern style button up top with the ends tied in a knot.
You blonde hair began to writhe and spin as though it were alive, tying itself into a braid as a stenson hat materialized on top of your head. At the bottom, you pants legs dissolved and you wound up in a pair of jean shorts that complimented your rear end. Your shoes turned brown and crept up your legs , morphing and hardening into dark brown leather cowgirl boots.
The name now make sense: You were Jackie Baker, a girl who worked on the family farm tending to the pigs and managing the orchard. Your tanned skin and lean muscled body showed that. You look in the screen's reflection to see your soft, pretty face and the freckles that dotted it. You bat your blue eyes a few times as the song ends.
"Jackie Baker?" a voice asks.
"Oh... ah'm here, sorry, ah was just listenin' to... ohhhh, it's you...." you purr in your southern drawl.
This was the person the dating site matched you with...