>>5459503Intrusive thoughts alongside ruminating ones began to flood your mental scape, almost to the point of deluging your mind’s metaverse. There was so much for you to unpack that you didn’t know where to begin, it was giving you sensory overload. How did you come back from the dead? Did you really die at all? Why are you so caked up with muscle that you could be mistaken for an Amazonian woman, Valkyrie, or some other form of Virago? So many questions, and so little time.
Before you lose yourself in being forcibly immersed by overthinking, you instinctively slapped yourself in the face. Stopping yourself from going into shock and ultimately hyperventilating with such dyspnea. That strong jolt from your face was enough to snap you to your senses, albeit it also left you wanting to scream to high hell from the pain. At least, you think it was painful, but upon pressing against your cheeks there was a dull sensation. It still hurt but not as much as you thought it would be with your emotional strength.
“Just what is going on...” You muttered, cringing your face into distress over this uncertainty. Looking around your surroundings, you find yourself discovering a large mirror sitting in the corner. Slowly but steadily prompting yourself off the ground, careful not to exert enough force to cause you to fall through the foundation and end up who knows elsewhere.
Making yourself walk towards the mirror you begin to look closely at yourself. Sensing and seeing were two completely different things as you come to understand. You could see the curvature of your body and its outlines through an augmented form of kinesthesia and proprioception. Which was freaky in itself since it felt akin to ESP or extrasensory perception. Still, seeing up close through your eyes did you notice just how sinuous and statuesque you truly are? Almost God-like.
“Is this really me?” You ponder, poking at your soft, rosy cheeks and stroking at your smooth skin. Curling up your plump, pinkish lips together alerted you to how pronounced if not pillowy they are. Something that you could feel permeated throughout your whole body with its toned physique and definitions. To be so lissome yet stocky was quite the paradoxical conundrum. Yet you couldn’t look away, going as far as to caress and fondle as you explore.
“I heard about late puberty, but this is ridiculous.” You curtly remark, still flabbergasted but feeling a sense of jubilation over your features. Before things went too far, your mind swiftly recoiled itself back to the task at hand. Almost giving you mood whiplash as you drop to the floor.
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