You wake up and sit up but find that it’s harder for you than it’s been in the past. you’re in a very girly room that you’ve never seen before. You look around and try to piece together who exactly you’ve become. You fumble around looking for your phone before finally finding it under a pile of empty bags of chips on your pink and white dresser. When you open it you’re assaulted by a barrage of cruel texts from girls with names like “Veronica” “Cynthia” and “Jess”. Even though you still have no idea what you look like and you know they’re not attacking your real self you still have to hold back tears as your new hormones react. After bottling up those feelings you finally find the full length mirror and at that point everything you’d been keeping down and more stats to come out as you cry quite a bit. You see now that you’re a far cry from your usual athletic self and find that even the act of crying quickly makes you run out of breathe, do you also have asthma now? Brown hair gets in your eyes as you clutch the chub on your stomach, not used to having much of any fat at all. Eventually though you compose yourself and look through your room and piece together the key points of your new identity. You find out that you’re Taylor a 16 year old sophomore. You continue to search until you hear a knock on the door. Behind the door you hear the voice of a raspy voice of a strange women telling you to hurry up and get ready for school, you realize it’s a Monday....