It felt 10 degrees warmer in the bar as I came out of the rest room. Several ladies passed me on my way out wearing sweaters. How on earth are they not sweating? I thought as I took my gray cardigan off.

I graced my hand over my high cheekbones and plump lips. My dark, full eyebrows were still the same and my eyes still had their brown hue.

I headed over to the bar and ran my hand through my new black hair, pulling it to one side. My new locks were much longer than I was used to.

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