It would appear that I’m Superman.
With my contacts in and my hair up, I am unrecognizable to those who met me while I was wearing glasses and had my hair down.
At work tonight, I saw a guy who had filled in for me last night. He actually had to ask if I was the Ariel that called him about filling in. He think that there are two of us: the girl he saw tonight (contacts, hair up) and another girl “who has glasses… kinda short…”
I am fucking amazing. My powers of transformation are so great they are beyond even my own comprehension.