Hearing your attackers closing in quickly, you try to take refuge behind the large mirror you've been staring into. Even as you crouch behind the large glass mirror,
you notice the skin on your arms and legs turning ever so slightly darker, feel your hair creeping back from your bangs to beyond your forehead.
As they enter, you hear them cursing up a blue streak, but you can comprehend it more than you could before. But as you cower in fear, hearing them close in on
you slowly, your change accelerates, as a new wardrobe materializes on your body: baggy black jeans, exposed boxers, immaculately white basketball shoes, a
skintight white t-shirt, two-sizes-too-big jacket, and shaved head. You also sprout jewelry; watches, earrings, and necklaces appear at random, and your muscles
balloon to transform you from just-past-scrawny to imposing, to say the least. You also feel your lips widen, your nose spread across your face, and your eyes sink
into your head a tiny bit.
Just as your fear takes over and your attackers discover you, your mind clears and is filled with an artificial identity. As it takes over, you smile with your bright
white and gold teeth and accept from them the gifts of a blunt, a 40, and a new life.