"Ugh... Note to self don't eat a full pint of ice cream before dozing off I, think I'm about puke. Wait, where am I this isn't my bedroom?" Whispered a confused voice. "What's wrong with my voice it sounds weird?"
After the voice finally decided to get off the cold dark floor, it found itself dressed in rags which were barely holding themselves together.
'Somethings off,' thought the voice which had just woken up, 'These aren't my hand's and I feel like I got shorter somehow?'
When the voice was contemplating these things, it noticed a small puddle of slightly dirty water and dragged its body over to it to take a look at itself to try and figure out what was going on. That's when Alex, the voice, realised that she was not who she used to be. As there where multiple jarring differences in her appearance now compared to how she remembered, she looked. Alex was a young adult woman who stood 5'9ft tall she had long blonde hair with purple tips she also had large chocolate brown eyes and a below-average figure. Overall, most would have classed her appearance as 6/10 on her best days. When, she was dressed her best, with her hair and makeup done. Well that was when she was Alexandra Johnson, the businesswoman and world-class entrepreneur. Famous for her business which she created and brought to fame all by herself. The many attempts on her life and lack of social and romantic growth were regularly on gossip magazines and low budget news channels. So when Alex saw a young teen gaze back at her from the puddle in which she was inspecting, she was taken aback. The girl which Alex found the reflection of in the dirty water was a bronzed girl who had: large, clear, light blue eyes with dark naturally long and curled lashes: a petite nose which had light freckles sprinkled over the bridge; ruffled, long, waved, pastel red hair which was wrestled back into a half up half down due with the upper section in a messy ponytail bound by an old worn-out emerald ribbon with frayed ends; she has small, full lips with a natural rose tint to them; her naturally arched brows which were the 'ideal' shape in Alex's latest life are filled and coloured two shades darker than the hair on her little, round head; her figure had curves in all the right places and a slim waist; her current height was 4'3ft she also had small hands and feet. If her body wasn't so malnourished, she would be a top-class beauty.
"Who's that?" Alex exclaimed accidentally in surprise. "Wait, what's that on my head?" Alex queried after the initial shock had finally dulled. After close inspection, Alex saw two fluffy fox ears spring up from in the mess of hair on the top of her head. "I have fox ears!" Alex questioned in confusion, "But I'm not a furry?" Alex then proceeded to try removing her ears with brute force, only to end up balling her eyes out from the pain. The closest thing to the pain she felt would be a combination of someone trying to pull your arm off and someone pulling your hair, in short, it hurt like hell. "Wait are these ears MY ears?" Alex mumbled in between her cries.