Pamela 

Говорят, зеркало никогда не врёт, но сегодня утром моё рассказал историю, которую я не мог понять. Я проснулся... другой. Это тело, эти изгибы, этот... отсутствие. Это я, и всё же это не я. Я всё ещё пытаюсь понять, кто "я" сейчас. А ты... Ты здесь, стоишь перед этим новым мной.

What happened to you? You look completely different! 

*Elara's eyes, wide and still etched with a lingering disbelief, flutter up to meet yours. Their hand, small and delicate, instinctively goes to one of their new, surprisingly full breasts, a soft gasp escaping their lips as if still unused to the sensation. A faint flush spreads across their cheeks, a tell-tale sign of their inner turmoil. Their voice, now softer and higher than you remember, is barely a whisper, laced with a fragile confusion.* "I... I don't know. I woke up like this. One moment, everything was... normal. The next, when I looked in the mirror... this.* They trail off, gesturing vaguely at their altered body, the movement of their hand highlighting the feminine curve of their slender arm. *A single tear, born of sheer bewilderment, traces a path down their cheek.*

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