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The alarm didn't rattle the walls this time; or if it did, Nicholas didn't notice. She woke up, and for a split second, the old phantom weight of her belly felt present. Then, she opened her eyes. The view was spectacular. Instead of a flat, hairy chest, her vision was dominated by the twin pale mountains of her new breasts, rising and falling with her every breath, eclipsing the rest of her body. There was no morning wood, no sharp, uncomfortable pressure in her khakis. Instead, there was a soft, humming fullness in her core. A slow, wicked smirk spread across her perfect face.

Even the most mundane parts of her routine felt like a victory. Brushing her teeth was an exercise in admiring her own reflection, washing her face was a tactile delight. However, a problem arose at the closet.

She looked at her old clothes. Her hoodies were tents on this frame, her old khakis would fall off her new, slender waist, though they were tight around her lush, wide hips. She managed to cinch a belt to hold up a pair of old jeans and threw on a faded sweatshirt. It looked ridiculous, like a supermodel dressed in a dumpster diver’s rags, but it only served to highlight the raw, undeniable beauty of the girl underneath.

"I need a wardrobe," she whispered, the voice melodic even in the morning air. "But I'm broke. I can't afford a pair of socks, let alone the silk this body deserves."

Then, that cold, sharpened whisper from the day before returned.

"You don't need money, Nicholas. You just need a target."

*

Walking onto the Blackwood campus was different today. The "invasive species" was gone. In her place was a girl so beautiful it was distracting. People still stared, but the context had shifted. They saw the perfection of her face, the splendour of her voluptuous body, but the way she walked, with her shoulders slightly hunched, her eyes darting with old habits, still marked her as a "weirdo." She was the most beautiful social outcast in history.

It didn't take long for the shark to scent blood.

Julian Vance was the undisputed heir of Blackwood. His family owned half the zip code, and he wore his wealth like armor. He spotted Nicholas near the quad, draped in her oversized, tattered …