What Am I

Shortly after that, she lost consciousness. She woke up in her own bed. But that was the only part of the room that was hers. All of her things were missing. The closet door was open and it was bare, as were the drawers of the dresser. She went to the mirror and gasped. Her hair was black...not blonde. And her breasts...her beautiful breasts had been shrunken down to below average. She wasn't unattractive, but she certainly wouldn't have men fawning all over her. It was the worst punishment of all. The hypnotron...the sole device in the room, beeped. She put it on, knowing that she had no choice.