Lynn dressed so fast that he didn't notice what else had been done to his body. Quickly, he followed his stepmother out of the changing room. He didn't get more than ten feet down the hall when he froze in his tracks. Staring back at him from the full-length mirror was a young woman wearing the same clothing that he had on. Her hair was done in a Buster Brown page-boy style; the bangs hung evenly across the entire forehead reaching to the eyebrows and kind of bubbled all about the head, tucking under as it reached to just above the shoulders. It wasn't his original mousy brown color but a bright golden blonde. He raised his hand to his mouth as he realized that the girl in the mirror was his own reflection. then he noticed the neatly filed fingertips painted in a glossy light pink enamel and the frosted pink lips.