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Response: Title: Unseen Reflection Joey, freshly home from his military service, committed his life to the pursuit of justice as a police officer. At 22, he was bristling with the youthful energy of a man ready to serve. But as time warped one unexceptional evening, the world turned their backs on his existence, reshaping him into a woman. Now he was Jo, a young, female officer who everyone apart from her own conscience considered their perennial colleague. The dog tag he used to wear so proudly was replaced with a military service card bearing his new, feminine label, "Joanne". His identity mutated into a stranger; his driver's license was now as unfamiliar as the face reflected in his car's rearview mirror. Swaddled in the uniform designated for female officers, Jo witnessed the stark differences, far beyond his expectations. She was garbed in sturdy blue pants and a strong, tightly belted navy shirt. No frivolous skirts, only a snug aesthetic that emphasized practicality over any traces of sultriness. As memories of being Joey began to fade systematically, the present relentlessly invaded. Attempting to refer to herself with her original name or pronouns, she choked on those sounds, leaving Jo as the unwanted, but only alternative. Her height felt diminished, yet her hair had flourished into thick, wavy strands. Approaching the police cruiser, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her once-handsome features had grown delicate and pretty, drenched with a femininity. Subconsciously, she gathered her amorphic waves into a respectable bun, bound by a hair tie that mysteriously found its way onto her slim wrist. The automatic action startled her, unfamiliar and unsettling. Her mannerisms morphed subtly, yet significantly. Her speech patterns turned softer, more sine-wavey, echoing a feminine undertone. Instinctively, she brushed her hair behind her ear, playing with the stray strands when anxiety gnawed at her innards. Her posture, once broad and imposing, was now elegantly graceful; her knees together, embodying the poised nuances of her newfound femininity. Despite her masculine yearnings, her body earnestly subscribed to its womanly transformation. Terrifyingly, even her sexual orientation shifted, reversing her inclination from women to men. The past faded into a blur, while the allure of men was becoming magnetically irresistible. In vain, she tried to recall the femininity she once found captivating, yet nothing could reignite her faded attraction. Frantically searching for vestiges of her former self, she felt lost, between the gender stereotypes and compulsory metamorphosis. Now a stranger to herself, she was encapsulated in a body that no longer belonged to her. Joey was morphing into Jo, an unhappy prisoner in a frame designed by an unseen puppeteer, trapped in an intimidating cataclysm of change and unacceptance.