Got something there, babe? Oh, haha, no way! Where did you find this picture? Man, look. At. That. Really takes me back.

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Whaddya mean “who’s that?” You really can’t recognise your own husband’s smile? For shame. I kid, I kid. I know I haven’t used my powers all too often since we got serious, but I DID say that I had quite the adventures as a rowdy, young shapeshifter. What we got here, actually’s, a little special: she was actually my first. I was such a late bloomer, my folks thought the gift skipped me over, but waking up to a face full of hair proved us wrong. Most of the time, people are AWAKE for their first transformation, but I was “lucky” enough to trigger it while dreaming of her. Goll-LY, if you thought the “birds and the bees” talk was awkward, try listening to the shapeshifter version, over the phone, while hyperventilating, doing your best not to think about how you have boobs. Spent a few days like that before Mom could talk me through morphing myself back, which was… something else. Awkward, disturbing, mortifying. But after all the panic, I knew I wanted to cherish the memory, so I watched a few makeup tutorials, dolled myself up a bit, and snapped this pic. Pretty cute for a first-timer, huh?

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Oh… you meant who’s the person I shifted INTO, gotcha. Umm… no one important. Just one of the co-eds, I think.

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*Sigh* Fine. I was Esperanza. Yes, THAT Esperanza. And before you say anything, NO, I did NOT hold onto the picture just so I could remember her. We dated in college, that’s it. Ancient history on that front.
 
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C’mon, you’re looking right at her; you’re WAY prettier than Zaza- Esperanza, shit. Nonono, babe, come back! Ugh, me and my big mouth.