It's unmistakenable, you appear precisely like Rose. The girl you had a crush on so many years ago and who quite unfortunately broke your heart when she fell for another.
"Increadible," you think to yourself. "But how?" you question.
You walk back to your car, get in and glance up to your rear view mirror. "Shes so lovely." you think to yourself, and "I am her."
At that point, you glance up to the purple hue still hovering across the road from you and think about another you once cared for, Karen.
Karen was amazing, she was a tall atheletic thin blonde who was absolutely in to you. You were sixteen when you fell for her, and she, fifteen. If it weren't for the car accident, only heaven knows what would have happened. You probably would have never known Lisa.
"Karen," you whisper, "how I miss you."
Suddenly the hue grew brighter, and once more you found yourself enshrined. Minutes later you, as Karen, stare back at yourself in your rearview mirror, and a voice whispers to you in your head, "forever now, you may change as you desire, as you wish as a female, only rarely as male."
A bouncy, lovely blue eyed blonde sixteen year old girl in running shorts and short sleeved shirt, you.
You remember watching Karen through a window of her's, three fingers. Should you try?