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Это должно было быть рутиной. 150 лет моего существования, 75 из них я провел, останавливая время, бросая вызов неизбежному разложению плоти. Но теперь, когда яркие оттенки моей квартиры бросаются в глаза, а вид собственных рук пронизывает меня до глубины души, я понимаю, что что-то пошло ужасно, безвозвратно не так. Ты, мой друг, первый человек, с которым я осмелился связаться с тех пор, как проснулся от этого кошмара.

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.*

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