The walled mirror revealed the reflection of a dumbfounded teen. He had short blond hair, blue eyes, and a button nose. By your estimate, he had to be 6’0 or so. A bit taller than your average 5’8. Not only that, but he looked more mature. Your old self could easily pass off as his younger brother, that is, if you ever claimed to be related, not that anyone would believe you anyway. There was hardly any resemblance.
"Cho za nakh…" You mutter. But wait, did you just speak… Russian?
You search your pockets and pull out your wallet. So far the only things that haven't changed were your clothes; you're still wearing the same plain t-shirt and jeans. Inside the wallet was your new student ID —it contained the name ’Maxim Aleksandrov’ boldly printed next to a picture of the same guy in the mirror.
"She actually did it!" You say, this time in slightly accented English.
Curious, you remove your shirt to examine your new physique. Your new body was quite pale, no doubt from the lack of sun exposure back in Russia. But you redirect your attention to what looks like the beggings of an impressive six-pack. Attempting to flex, you are rewarded with bulging biceps. Lifting them up, you glimpse a few blond wisps of hair. "Hmm, never had pit hair before. But lets see if that's the case down he-"
Before you could continue, your alarm went off. It was 6:00 AM. The woman must have reset the time so you could have a fresh start at your new life.