About the book: year / I stood in front of the mirror with a completely stunned expression on my face - someone else’s face and what’s more, this face is also a woman’s, more precisely girlish. Blue eyes, a button nose, long - almost to the ass - blond, disheveled hair and a skinny body with pale light skin without a hint of puberty, in short, a complete scribe. And most importantly, I clearly understand that it is I and no one else who is reflected in the mirror. - Don't give a damn about reincarnation. - the thought managed to flash through my head before an excited woman literally ran into the room.