Part 2

The gas again fills the glass chamber, and again, you cough and choke as your vision blurs and dizziness sets in. You try to keep pounding on the glass wall, but your blows weaken quickly, and the last thing you remember before blacking out is sliding down to the floor.

This time when you wake up, you find yourself lying comfortably on a soft bed. You sit up and rub your head, trying to shake off the dizziness. Looking around, you find you're in what looks like a recovery room, wearing a silky gray robe, almost like a recovery gown. The first thing you notice is that the salon lady is seated in a chair across from the bed. Noticing you're awake, she smiles and walks over to you. "Congratulations, it worked perfectly," she says cheerfully. "You've definitely gotten a lot prettier." Your eyes widen as you look at her, and she smiles and points to a full-length mirror on the wall. You quickly jump up and run over to see yourself.

The person you see in the mirror is barely recognizable. Even after 'part 1' you had just looked like a female version of yourself, but now... the girl looking back at you from the mirror is completely changed. Her face is soft and smooth, perfectly formed with a small nose and wide, bright, soft gray eyes. Her long, straight hair is golden blonde and flows down to her waist. Her lips are somehow full and red while also thin and petite. Your reflection's skin is lighter than before, and soft and smooth; your body is slim and petite. You raise your hand, and the girl in the mirror mirrors the movement. You see your arms and hands are more dainty, and your nails are slightly longer and have a red tint. Your hand and your gaze both lower slowly. After 'part 1', your female body's breasts were somewhat small...not anymore. They're significantly larger, and definitely larger than average, but they're not a bit heavy or awkward, and not large enough to look strange on your small body.

You stand there, completely numb. You only barely notice as the salon lady appears behind you. "You see?" she asks, "You came out beautifully." You can only continue to stare at the mirror. She places her hand gently on your shoulder. "Come along," she says, "We've prepared some things that you'll need now."

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