I want steel-toed leather-soled fanged bunny slippers. And matching wrist cuff thingies with claws or more fangs or something. And a big fuzzy hat. With fangs. And I want it all in plushy black.
You, as you have always been, are in a body which you may come to not recognise, and people will come to treat you in ways that are as unfamiliar to you as the man in the mirror.