Your character wakes up with a splitting headache, and when they look in the mirror ... they don't recognize their reflection.
Ok, before we go any further, I'd just like to say that I have no idea where this weird little scenario came from, but what follows is the scene that popped into my head after reading that prompt. I think it's got the makings of a very cool storyline behind it!
His eyelids fluttered open and he slowly focused on the abstract painting across the room. The colors were bright and vibrant, jumbled swirls of orange and yellow against the stark white canvas. He reached out and pushed himself up into a sitting position, and immediately regretted it.
“Ow! God, my head.”
He hated this part. The agency told you up front about the side effects of jumping when you first volunteer. The occasional dizziness was supposed to be the worst of it, but it never failed. Every time Alexander jumped to a new body the splitting headache was nearly overwhelming for the first hour or so. That’s how he always knew, even without finding a mirror, that the procedure had worked.
He placed a hand on his head and steeled himself for the excruciating pain that would come when he stood. Head pounding, he made his way over the the large mirror opposite the bed, and made a face at his new reflection.
“Not bad, I guess,” he whispered to himself. Then he ran a hand through his now tight black curls of hair and gave his face a closer examination. High cheekbones and brown eyes. A whole new skin tone that would take some getting used to. This was the first time he had jumped into a woman’s body, and he had to admit he was more than a little nervous about it. But how different could it really be, right?
He glanced down and examined other parts of himself. Then his gaze met his new reflection with wide eyes, followed by a smirk.
Ok, so … some things were going to be very different!