You let out a long sigh and run a manicured hand through your hair and suppose you should at least be thankful that the nail polish left you with short manageable hair rather than the kind of hair you've seen in those magazines.
The hand drier shuts off automatically and you hear the last girl leave the washroom.
"Finally" you think, "time to see the damage..."
You stand up, teetering a bit in your new footwear (how you managed to rush in here in the first place is a mystery) timidly you unlatch the door of the stall and walk up to the mirror only to find yourself looking at a very disturbing reflection.
You can still recognize yourself, that much hasn't changed. But your skin is pale and
almost perfectly smooth, no bumps or marks, even the scar you've had since daycare is
gone. Your lips are full and red, and you were right they definitely are much plumper. Your
eyebrows are thinner and slightly arched, your eyes lined with mascara and your lashes are
long and curled.
Your face has an overall greater softness to it then before, still yours but definitely
feminine, like the face of an androgynous twin sister.
You run a hand down your neck, your adams apple has receded and now your neck is thin and the same pale tone as your face, hands and legs. The rest of your body will be following suit soon too, now that the polish has managed to get inside you.
You continue staring when suddenly the door opens, your eyes widen and your entire body
tenses, there's no time to run for the stall- whoever it is has seen you by now!
Turning your head slowly you see it's the blonde you pushed past earlier, Your eyes
go wider as you realize you recognize her- Sara Marshall, you've known each other since
kindergarten, if anyone could recognize you it would be her.
For a moment the two of you are just staring at each other in mild shock until Sara blushes a bit and laughs, "Sorry I thought you were someone else."
She shakes her head a bit then goes into the stall you had just exited, "I"ve been having such a weird day, seeing things, you know?" She's still talking to you.
"Umm" you stammer uncertainly. You can barely believe it- this girl you've known all your life can't recognize you! Suddenly a powerful depression grips at you, you want to run away and hide and cry and cry and shut yourself off from the world.
Sara' still talking to you, still sounding bright and cheerful as she does her business in the stall, "-and Mr. Bell is sooo creepy, you know? I'm like doing my work and he's all hovering over me and stuff." She laughs, "Probably trying to get a look down my shirt"
The toilet flushes and Sara comes out of the stall, she wasn't the hottest girl in school but
she was very pretty, a small girl with a slight build, who had modest b-cup breasts. Her
face was cute and almost childlike (like everything about her, it was disarming being
around Sara), done up with light make up and framed by shimmering wavy red hair.
Sara never really felt the need to show off her body like the other girls and today
was no exception. She wore jeans that hugged her legs, pink tennies, a cute pink tank top
and a black cloth choker.
She finished washing her hands and took out lip gloss from her bag, after applying a small amount she offered it to you, "want any?"
Still terrified you shake your head in a little jerky manner, she giggles again and absently gestures to your red lips, "No, I guess not."
Suddenly her mouth opens in shock and you know this is it, it's all over, she recognizes you!
"Omigawd! I love your jacket! Where did you get it?"
"Umm... uh.." you paw at your ruffled coat that had been a reasonably manly trench coat and wrestle for words but they're getting caught in your throat, "Down at, you know, the mall." You point off in a random direction.
She eyes you up with an odd smile in a way that makes you uncomfortable, "Well...okay, see you around then."
She turns, her red hair swishing over her shoulder with a slight flowery scent as she walks out the rest room. You breathe a sigh of relief that you managed to get through that but at the same time you feel a hurtful sting at the fact that she actually thought you were female.
The flowery smell hasn't dissipated from the room yet, in fact you could swear that it's gotten stronger. You raise a thin wrist to your nose and sniff. It's you. Great now not only will you probably be a full female by the end of the day but you're going to smell like a rose garden too.
Grumbling miserably you walk towards the door, no one'll recognize you now anyway...