You close your eyes, bite your lip and are struck by the taste of lipstick. Running your tongue over your lips you feel the glossy surface of lipstick.
Looking down you see yourself dressed in a rather stunning blue cocktail dress. Looking to your right you find a mirror that is showing the shocked reflection of Betty Jackson stating back at you.
"Holy shit! I'm... I'm Betty?" you yelp just before...
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