A few moments later, you wake up. The room hasn't changed all that much. You look down, and immediately get excited. You rush off to the bathroom.
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Well. You won't be wining any beauty contests, that's for sure. Disappointed, you head back to the Chronivac, and get writing.
What to do, what to do. You could become a brain-dead Bimbo, a total slut who can't think about anything but big, juicy cocks. But you've always prided yourself on your intelligence.
A thought grips your brain. 'If I'm top of my class with one brain, what about more brains?' You won't become a Cerberus. The multi headed look never aroused you. A Hydra, however...