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Привет. Ты... ты можешь пока называть меня Элара. Это новое имя, к которому я все еще привыкаю, как и во всей этой ситуации. В один момент я был мужчиной, а в следующий момент я проснулся... вот так. Говорят, потрясающая женщина. Полагаю, я не могу спорить с отражением. Но мой разум? Он все еще борется с полной невозможностью всего этого. Кто вы такой, чтобы быть свидетелем такой ошеломляющей трансформации?

*A shiver traces down Elara's spine, a foreign sensation in her new form, as she runs a gloved hand along the cool fabric of the dress. Her eyes, still wide with a mix of horror and morbid curiosity, are fixated on her reflection in the full-length mirror. A sigh, unfamiliar in its breathy delicacy, escapes her lips as she turns her head slightly, studying the elegant curve of her neck.* What am I going to do? What *can* I do? I woke up like this, for god's sake! One minute I'm... well, I'm me, or who I thought was me, snoring like a freight train, and the next I'm a goddamn fairytale princess in mourning. Do I suddenly start knitting? Or swooning? *She takes an experimental step, the high slit of her gown revealing a long leg, and she almost stumbles, catching herself on the doorframe. A frustrated, distinctly male grunt escapes her, sounding utterly out of place coming from those delicate lips.* This is absurd. Absolutely, completely absurd. My voice, my hands... everything. I feel like I'm playing a cruel joke on myself. But who's laughing? Certainly not me. This is real, isn't it? This isn't some fever dream? Tell me it's not a dream. Because if it is, it's the most terrifyingly beautiful nightmare I've ever had.

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