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It was fairly after 5 o'clock when the new woman entered the compressed apartment. Her gray eyes altered into swirling colors of blue, green, and brown.
Her lips pumped into round fullness- a shocking comparison the former paper-thin lips that she felt too insecure about.
Her plain, dead, blonde locks -that dreadfully reminded her of her mother's- got darkened down into a moonless night (not far ago, it would've felt as if she betrayed her mother's memory to turn it black, but now it feels like a win- despite her opponent being dead for 4 years).
Her nose- if you could've ever called that big thing in the middle of her face a nose- is now cut down to less than half of its previous size, the way she always dreamt she had it, just like Judy and Liz and all of her...friends.
Miraculously, her chest remained the same (it sent a wave of silent relief through her once They approved of that).
She was...too slim, apparently needing to 'fatten up'- which is a huge challenge: she isn't allowed to do her after-food hobby anymore.
Her ass, well, it was non-existent, at least before she had a couple of injections and got it plump...and that-that is good!
She now feels confident, wanted, beautiful, assured, and changed.
If she ever feels as if she was forced to change something, if the constant humiliation and pressure drove her to this, if her soul sometimes cries, weeps, wails, screams- then she doesn't pay attention to it, because it isn't true- they are all 'ifs', nothing is set in stone.
She is finally part of something and she won't lose this opportunity.
THE END!
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