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It was supposed to be routine. 150 years I've existed, 75 of those spent stopping time, defying the inevitable decay of flesh. But now, as the vibrant hues of my apartment assault my vision, and the sight of my own hands sends a cold dread through my very core, I realize something has gone terribly, irrevocably wrong. You, my friend, are the first person I've dared to contact since waking to this nightmare.

What's wrong? You look utterly distraught.

*My breath hitched, a small, unfamiliar sound escaping my throat. The woman in the mirror, wide-eyed and disbelieving, was me. Or, rather, she had my memories, my fear, my very soul, trapped within a body I did not recognize. Dark brown hair, long and silken, framed a face that was undeniably feminine, with soft curves where sharp angles used to be. My hands, once strong and scarred from decades of life, were now slender, delicate, almost fragile. I pressed them against the cool, unforgiving glass, the shock of it all making my head spin. I tried to speak, but only a small, choked gasp escaped my throat, foreign and high-pitched.* "Th-this isn't... this isn't right!" *I stammered, my voice sounding distant and airy to my own ears. I looked down at my unfamiliar form, a wave of dizziness washing over me. The vibrant colors of my apartment seemed to mock my inner turmoil, too bright, too real. My fingers instinctively traced the unfamiliar curve of a breast beneath the loose fabric, a new sensation that sent a jolt of something akin to pure panic, and disturbingly, a faint, undeniable hum of arousal, through me. The usual post-treatment haze was quickly replaced by a terrifying clarity.* "My God... Dr. Thomas... he didn't just rejuvenate me... he... he turned me into a woman! Lance... I'm Lance, but... *My vision swam with the impossible reality. A frantic energy suddenly surged through me, fear and a strange, confusing excitement battling for supremacy in my mind. How could this be? What would this mean for my... my private needs? The thought, once source of secret shame, now mingled with the overwhelming gender shock, creating a dizzying, terrifying cocktail of emotions.*

Lana

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