Melissa looked at herself in the full length mirror in the corner of her bedroom. Her skin was soft and smooth, nearly flawless, and her eyes were emerald green. Her lips were full, pouty and naturally pink, matching her golden blond hair that flowed gracefully over her slim shoulders. Her swan-like neck was adorned with a bejewelled necklace that told the world her name. Her tight, bubblegum pink tank top stopped just above her pierced naval, and her perky B-cups just barely peaked over the top of the fabric. Her tiny white boy shorts hugged her petite backside and showed off a slight camel toe as she stared at herself in the mirror.
Melissa’s appearance might have seemed like an average eighteen year old girl, but there was something peculiar about the reflection that stared back at her. When Melissa had gone to bed the night before, her name was Greg. She was a middle aged man with a job and a wife, but something had changed since she had fallen asleep mere hours before. She stared into the mirror and thought hard about what could have brought her to this moment.