Panic surged as his center of gravity shifted. His height ebbed away, forcing him to look up at the shelves he had once peered down upon. His vision blurred for a moment, and when it cleared, his eyelashes were long and thick, framing eyes that had turned a brilliant, gemstone blue.
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Finally, the sapphire glow reached his hair. The short, brown strands lengthened rapidly, cascading over his—her—shoulders in rich, dark waves. Mark, now standing as a completely different person, stared into the mirror. The man from moments ago was gone. In his place stood a woman who looked as though she had stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine, her expression one of utter shock. Panic surged as his center of gravity shifted
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The heavy denim of his jeans felt coarse and suffocating. As his hips flared outward, the fabric strained before finally giving way, the denim magically softening and shortening into a pleated navy skirt. His heavy work boots felt like lead weights until they, too, succumbed to the light, shrinking and narrowing into a pair of sleek, black pumps.
The sensation wasn't painful; it was a strange, tingly warmth, like a limb waking up after falling asleep. He gasped, but the sound that left his throat was an octave higher than it had been seconds ago. He clutched his neck, feeling the Adam’s apple vanish into a smooth, elegant line.