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90 days later

Date: September 2nd 2017

London was standing in front of her mirror in nothing but a thong. She had a huge grin of her face poking at her newly developed DD cup chest. Her hands ran down her 21 inch waist, along her eleven abs before she turned her hips to the side to stare at her juicy behind and flat stomach. She bit her lip with a smile. "I'm so fucking gorgeous it's unreal." she uttered taking a picture of herself with the camera her mum bought her a few weeks ago.

London had been going to the gym everyday for the past three months along with taking pilates classes twice a week. At first she went just to keep her mind occupied, it soon became a habit for her after she started to notice the positive changes it made to her body. Her legs were slimmer and more tone, she had a thigh gap now too. However the favourite changes to her body happened without even trying. Her breasts just started to grow bigger every month along with her behind.

London turned around fully and cupped her butt watching it jiggle in the mirror. She creased her brows and her lips feel into an 'O' shape. A thought popped into her head leaving a little smirk on her lips. She moved closer to her mirror, getting on her knees, with her back and butt facing the mirror.

She snapped a picture of herself again before reviewing it. "My lord." She scoffed noticing her back dimples were now visible.

London became carried away with the pictures, sparking an urge in her to take more while on her bed, bringing the mirror next to her. She continued snap herself in many suggestive positions. Arching her back, grabbing her butt, covering her bare chest with her free arm while taking selfies. The girl was really feeling herself, she was liking the new her. But who could blame her.

London's transformation was undeniable; she exuded a newfound maturity, having shed her braces and opted for sleek new glasses. Her hair, when pinned up, bestowed her with the allure of a sophisticated librarian, although her preference for contacts was the norm. Her wardrobe had undergone a significant overhaul; her former clothes now too snug around the bust and hips. A shopping spree orchestrated by her mother had remedied that, furnishing her with an entirely fresh collection that complemented her blossoming figure.

Dedicating time over the summer to honing her makeup skills had only served to accentuate her already striking features. London took pleasure in self-care rituals, pampering herself with meticulously groomed eyebrows that seemed to elevate her entire countenance. Her mother's newfound promotion had opened the doors to regular pedicures and manicures, a mother-daughter indulgence that was now a bi-weekly tradition. Spoils abounded in the form of a shiny new MacBook for school and the latest iPhone X, bestowed by a doting Georgia.

London had, without a doubt, embraced her femininity wholeheartedly. A fascination with the idea of being a modern-day princess had taken hold, leaving her with a radiant glow that seemed to attract attention effortlessly. Men were more apt to play the gentlemanly role, eagerly holding doors and relinquishing seats during train rides. Her playful demeanor, punctuated by subtle maneuvers like twirling her necklace while biting her bottom lip or crossing and uncrossing her legs, allured and captivated those who met her gaze.

Delighting in the newfound attention, London had embraced her inner coquette. Beneath her feigned innocence lay a keen awareness of the reactions she stirred. Men's flustered responses were a source of secret amusement, a delightful affirmation of her newfound allure. Though she may have played coy, her eyes sparkled with the joy of knowing that her very presence had the power to captivate and enthrall.

While in the middle of taking semi nudes her phone started buzzing startling her out of her trance. She pulled the phone from under her pillow and smiled seeing her best friend had messaged her.