"I did?" Dora flicked her eyes back and forth, finally catching sight of the new dirty blonde hair colour that fell in front of her face. She reached up, feeling her nose and lips and tugging at her ears. She was somewhat terrified to look in the mirror again, but she could feel that her face had not gone back to its original form. Everything seemed more pert... delicate, maybe. Her cheekbones were higher as well.
"I..." she stopped a moment, wiping more tears from her eyes. They refused to stop falling. "I can't look like her. She was here. They hated each other."