As you look around the room, you are suddenly overtaken with a deeply ingrained compulsion, like you know everything about middle school fashion and exactly what a girl like you should be wearing. You wriggle into an acid wash jean miniskirt and a lacy tank top. A brown sweatshirt follows, zipped up about two thirds of the way to show some frills on your top. It would be like showing cleavage if your tween body actually had any. You find some ankle socks and converse somewhere underneath the clothes racks and complete the outfit. You do a brief search through some drawers, and do a giddy little twist when you find some cosmetics. You apply a little bit of lip gloss, strawberry flavor, and find a hair clip featuring a big butterfly with fake rhinestones.
You glance in the mirror at the preteen bubblegum pop princess you've become. Your mouth gapes open. You hadn't even noticed what you were doing to yourself until... you quickly close your mouth when you realize you have braces. Everything is so embarrassing. You look every inch a middle school girl trying hard to be noticed. A man like you used to be wouldn't even glance at you now, but maybe you could attract the attention of some cute eighth graders, or even high school boys? You smile a little.
Ugh! You can't stand thinking this way. There's got to be a way to turn back!