The face looking back at her through the mirror was perfect.
She ran her fingers over the smooth ridges of her cheeks. She traced the contours of her flawless jawline. She admired the ruby hue of her lips, accentuated by her porcelain skin. She watched them curl into a smile. She hadn’t smiled in ages.
She brought her fingers over the nose, stopping on the bridge. The slightest of bumps protruded from under the skin, burrowed like the pea under the princess’s mattress. The smile faded from her lips.
She ripped the perfect face off and went to fetch another.
Author’s Note: Society today is obsessed with appearance, so what if we had the option to try on faces like we do outfits?
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