There is a long moment of silent, unceasing staring between your awed bystanders and yourself, now transformed into a beautiful petite young Chinese girl, pouty lips quivering in helpless shock. It's only briefly interrupted when you wince slightly as your new, long hair pulls itself into two tight buns. It leaves enough slack to allow each bun to sport a long ponytail to your waist. Glistening strawberry lip gloss finds its way to your lips, and you can feel the cool touch of new makeup all across your face.
You stutter for a moment, trying to tell your audience off, finally managing to get out:
"N- Nimen zai kan shenme!?" You cover your mouth with your hand, your nails now long, elegant, and cherry red. Your surprisingly high-pitched gasp matches your excessively cutesy voice, but most shockingly, you're speaking in a language you've never learned! A few murmurs rise from the crowd, all unintelligible to you. You can't speak English anymore!
Tears threaten to well up in your makeup-caked eyes. You turn and run away in the least crowded direction you can find, taking dainty little steps as your heels echo and emotions wrack your delicate female body. Your hands are out to your sides to keep your balance, and the flaps of your dress flutter unconstrained. The feeling is so vulnerable and embarrassing.
You can only run a short ways away from the eyes of the crowd before your dainty body has to stop to catch its breath. Your feet are killing you in the platforms, and your bouncing boobs are slowing you down.
After a moment, you hear a condescending female voice behind you.
"Aww, poor little girl-boy. Perhaps I can help you back to your original self. But you're so cute like this, I'll have a hard time deciding if I want to. Can you convince me?"
You whirl around, dress and ponytails swishing, to see...