Believe it or not, one morning I woke up to be insanely pretty.

The large pores on my face became invisible and my skin was clear with no blemishes. While gazing upon myself, the sight of my pupils glistening made me entranced. It was shocking to be stirred by my own reflection. The color of my skin were pale, yet my cheeks flushed with a rose tint. My silky, black hair cascaded down my back, resembling the hair found in the conditioner commercials. The girl in front of me was a complete goddess, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life.

I slapped my cheek.

Bloody hell.

But alas, I did not wake up from a dream. And once reality hit me, it felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped over my head - restlessly cold with millions of tiny needles tugging my skin.

Chills ran up my spine as I fell onto the ground. My eyes widened in shock. The features of this girl was me and not me at the same time! The feeling of being trapped inside of a different body made me feel like a heroine of a horror movie. 

Perhaps, most people would rejoice by the visual upgrade but for me, that was not the case. Pretty or not, I was not myself. And I had no idea how this had came to be!

There was no logical explanation for my transformation. A full face of plastic surgery couldn’t have possibly happened overnight. If that was the case, I wouldn’t have miraculously healed so fast - I would still be bruised and swollen like a large plum. Also, there was no such thing as magic either, those were only fantasies in stories and films. So that could not be the case. I guess religion could be an aspect to look into, but which religion was true? And why me out of all the billions of people on Earth?

So many questions, but there were no answers to be found.

My heart beat rapidly making me moved my sweaty palms against my chest. Wait a minute… And just then, I had made yet another discovery on top of my changed face. To think that Jinny and Linny grew triple in size overnight was even more shocking. Coughs escaped my mouth as I choked on my spit.

This was insane. What in the world was going on?!

 There was obviously a deeper explanation to my changes but I didn't know where to start looking. If these transformations were common, the stories would already be widespread through the media or among folklore. After all, in the materialistic world I lived in, plenty of people would kill for a chance to become beautiful overnight. 

While I was in my train of thought, my mother knocked on the door.

“Minha? Are you in there? You have to get ready for school, you have twenty minutes to spare before the bell rings.”

Due to this horrific event, I had totally forgotten about school. I swore under my breathe. How was I supposed to go to school in a totally different body? If I went to school like this, everyone would be shocked to see me, and that was something I would not be looking forward to. Attention was my greatest enemy, and this appearance was calling for it.

I took a deep breathe. “M-mom?” I said. “Come here for a second, I have a problem.”

The door opened to reveal my mother with an apron around her body; hair tied up in a ponytail. Her eyes glanced over at me with no change of expression.

“What?”

I furrowed my eyebrows. What the hell did she mean by what. There was obviously something different about me, and as the women who gave birth to my existence, she should be the first to notice!

I cleared my throat. “Don’t you see anything different about me?”

Mother narrowed her eyes. “Well, you do look prettier than usual.”

Bingo. I let out a sigh of relief. I was glad that mother and I were on the same page, at least I had her to help me with my problem.

“But you’re my daughter, so of course you’re pretty.”

My mouth widened. Was I seeing illusions or was my mother blind?

Mother shook her head. “Stop asking stupid questions and hurry up. Breakfast is going to get cold.”

Then she left the room, closing the door on her way.