You saunter to your bed and lay down. You turn your head and see into your sparse closet. "This won't do..." you say to yourself, before grabbing the recorder. "Christina, you have always been fashionable. You only wear girly clothes. When folding your arms, you naturally hold them under your breasts, instead of in front of them. When sitting, you always cross your legs," you say, before stopping for barely a second. While recording, you started to saunter around your house. Your face is already made up, however, your definition of feminine needs to be an expert at make-up. "You are an expert at make-up, hair-care, and nails. You are an expert cook, able to satisfy even the pickiest of eaters. You are very attracted to girls. You are an expert at massage."
You undergo the reprogramming, and when you wake up, someone knocks at the door.