"I'm just seeing things", you say again to yourself. You mentally scold yourself for being so naive as to believe a bottle of cologne could do anything other than make you smell differently. In fact, the scent is becoming more appealing to you with each passing moment. You stand still, enjoying the aroma. The room starts to spin as you feel increasingly nauseous. "Aw man," you say aloud, "I think I need to set a spell..." escapes your mouth as you black out.
You come around eventually, not knowing how much time has passed. You sit up, raising a hand to your pounding head, hoping for the pain to ease. "Tarnation, what just happened?" you ask no one in particular. Your skull soon stops trying to escape through your face long enough for you to stand up. You uneasily get up and shamble down the hall. You pass by the mirror again and almost collapse again.
The figure staring back at you isn't who was in the glass earlier. "It really worked..." you say, noticing the Southern twang in your deeper voice. Your hair has grown into a muller reaching down past your neck. A short beard has appeared on your cheeks. You look down at your body and find that you're now wearing worn denim overalls. You shift around and realize that you're not wearing anything under it. You take in your broader shoulders and massive, deeply tanned like you've spent hours toiling under the sun. You also notice you've gained some tattoos, a barbed wire rings your left bicep, and a Confederate flag adorns the right.
You scratch your chest hair and shift uneasily in your worn work boots. "Now what am I gonna' do now?" you ask the epitome of redneck in the mirror.