(Beautiful girl into a skinny nerd, not your thing? Eh, power to you)
Junior model Maryanne Wilson is also camera ready.
Her body was proof angels existed, and they lived amongst us, and she knew it. Her makeup bag was always in reach, filled with enough cosmetics to keep her looking like an overgrown Barbie doll for the next decade if she needed.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, flawless skin without even the hint of a freckle, C Cup breasts, and ass that could make wolves howl, graced with clothing of the highest caliber.
But, there lies the underlining problem. She was a girl in a middle class family with expensive tastes, and due to her not wanting a job, as they could 'Strangle a woman's beauty' she was stuck in a pit of want, and the only way out was with a fuck ton of cash. So, when a new student came to school, named Kevin, and everyone found out he was loaded, like a moth to the flame she found herself drawn to him.
He was medium height, he had short brown hair that never seemed to be combed, a tannish hue graced his skin, not to mention he was exceptionally quiet. A perfect target, most likely a dork that would crumble at her whim.
A bank on two legs.
She was sure to dress in some perfect garments, a cute pink skirt, and a amethyst necklace that she swiped from her ex-boyfriend's mother. If there were any heavenly bodies out there they would weep at her sight, surely. It was a matter of time, not ability till she seduced the boy.
Maryanne underestimated her challenger. She would try all the tricks in the book in wooing. She dressed like royalty, and even complimented him on all the stupid things he did. Bad anime inspired art? She would talk about how cute it was, even being sure to use the weeaboo term 'Kawaii'. It burned her lips to utter it... he responded with barely a shrug.
Mary would see him walking the hall, so she would cling to the water fountain, leaning in such a way to better call attention to her breasts, she purposely 'forgot' a bra, allowing her nipples to poke through her shirt. But the fool simply walked past Mary as if she was nothing! Unacceptable!
She even dropped pencils in front of him so she would have to bend over and pick them up, but the guy wouldn't even glance at Mary's perfect ass! Was he gay!?
Mary got her answer one day when she dropped pen again.
"Whoops! Guess I gotta pick it up!" She bend down, even shaking her rump a bit, when she heard the boy sigh.
"Why are you trying to impress me?" He asked
"I have nooooo idea what you're talking about." Mary extended the 'ooo's in an attempt to sound sultry.
"There is no way you can drop a pencil directly in front of me every time you're in the hallway." He said, arms crossed.
"It's not a pencil... it's uh... a pen." She said, red flushed with embarrassment.
Kevin simply tilted his head slightly, he needn't say more. So he started walking again.
Until she sprung back into the upright position, no longer bending over.
"H-hey wait! Please!" She chased after, really easy due to him not walking fast.
"Ugh, what do you want now?" Said with the tone of somebody who was simply done.
"At least... at least tell me what I'm doing wrong?" Mary's voice desperately quivered.
"Honestly? You're trying to hard. With everything." He pointed at her.
She had never hear rejection before, so... she had no way of understanding it.
He simply kept walking, leaving her to simply reflect on his words...
Trying too hard? Preposterous!?
It was him that's the problem, but... she needed to prove him wrong. She needed to make him love her, to show him that he's the one incorrect!
She was as close to perfect as you could get! Undeniable!
Mary was going to find Kevin's interest, even if it killed her!
And that's how she started to watch him from afar, she wouldn't call herself a stalker, more so a silent observer. She would look at his notebooks when he wasn't in the area, she would go through pages of his Facebook, and even once... just once! She went through the trash in front of his house.
All of which led her with no clues, no ideas on what to do, and even worse... her shirt was stained due to the trash. She was angry, but... she needed to stay secret...
Desperation doesn't look good on a woman.
She soon found herself standing in front of a shop that said-
"Madame Mushu, fortune teller and magical mystic!"
She was without a doubt a scam, but, she wanted to at least try, and for the low price of $5, Mary figured she should at least try...
The place was a hoarder's paradise, bottles filled with unknown multicolored liquid covered the shelves. Taxidermic monstrosities ranging from deformed rats to obviously fake creature mixes, like a monkey and hawk mix.
The old woman sat at a table, adorned with a pink cloth and topped off with a crystal ball. The only thing missing was a fog machine and the circle of cliche would be complete.
Madame Mushu herself looked to be of Asian descent, she was tall, and even though the rest of her looked to be in the early 30s, her hands were long and bony, almost skeletal.
"Hm... child, you are here for a reason." She said, her voice soothing and sultry
"Gee, thats a bold prediction." Mary said with roll of her eyes.
"Yes yes... it involves a boy..."
Mary blushed.
"You love him..." she said, a smug grin.
"N-no! I just want his money!" She slammed her hands on the table.
An intense silence filled the air... Mary removed her arms from the table as she blushed. She breathed a sigh, the air was bitter. Even more than that, the smug smile from Mushu gave a slow moving shudder through her spine.
"Payment is required for me to help you, child..." Her eyes locked gaze, and refused to break.
Mary pulled her wallet out before finding she only had a 10.
"Do you offer cha-"
"No I don't have change." She said, interrupting Mary.
She sighed and gave up the bill... Madame Mushu smiled, and put her bonds hands over the hands of Mary... they were warm, and uncomfortable.
"Your beloved... he has other interest. To catch his attention... you must change... indefinitely. If you truly want them, you have to take the change. Will you?" She asked.
"Change... how?" Mary asked.
Mushy don't respond, continuing her smile...
"Yes, yes, I will change." She said, assuming it was nothing drastic.
"Alright." She stood up, removing her hands from Mary's. She made her way to one of the shelves, pulling down one filled with green liquid. She turned around, looking at the still Mary. "This... this will give you the results your beloved crazes."
She handed the bottle to Mary and told her "Don't take this here. Wait till you get home."
Mary nodded and ran home.
Her parents were out getting dinner, if only Mary cared enough to find out why.
She looked to her bottle, what could it be? Some magical mishmash, or perhaps it was some natural method of beauty!
She uncapped it, a loud pop sounded off through the air. And she downed all the contents... to her surprise, it didn't taste bad. It had the flavor of green apple, and the aftertaste had a nice sour flavor.
It wasn't really bad.
Soon she felt a intense pressure of gas starting to climb itself up her throat, until meeting within her mouth... she couldn't help but blush as it was forced open.
"Uuuuurp!" Mary burped.
She blushed as her jaw started to become sore, she felt a pulling upon her teeth...
her hands shot up to her mouth as she could feel... her teeth moving! She ran to a mirror, removed her hands from her lips to see... her teeth moving.
All going into skewed directions they became crooked, uneven, and no longer perfect. She screamed, eyes shutting, shielding herself from the truth.
She felt a tightening as her teeth were soon covered with some glistening, shining metal... when her eyes opened she was face to face with her braces.
"Whasha fuck!?" She said, saliva dropped from her lips...
She closed her mouth, the braces starting to scratch the inner flesh of her mouth.
"Ow!" She yelled out, holding her mouth once more... that's when she saw her perfectly manicured hands start to change, her nails, once adorned with beautiful pink, were now fading to the standard beige flesh color.
"My nailsh!"
A tickling sensation began at her scalp, her eyes once again shot to the mirror, leading to a horrified gasp! Her roots became a dark brown, before spreading like a virus. She started to claw at her hair, yelling as the style changed, no longer straight, but now kinda curly. She wanted to cry as her hair, once a brilliant bright blonde, now a dark brown.
The change wasn't done quiet yet, as she saw something horrific, small white dots appeared in her previously glorious hair. She brought her hands to it... her worst fear seemed to be a reality.
It was dandruff.
She felt a sinking soreness in her arms, legs and torso. Her muscles were fading, shrinking and shrinking. Her body looked bony and she felt weak... the soreness soon met her chest as her breasts started to deflate like balloons, dropping from a beautiful C cup to a pitiful A cup...
The same change happened to her ass as she started to weep, her hands grabbed it and squeezed, but it was of no use. It was as if she sat on a bag of bones wrapped in skin.
"My ash! My ash!"
She started to weep, her eyes focusing back on the mirror, more on her face. Flawless, a clear canvas... until she saw a small colored dot appear on her right cheek, more spreading, multiplying as her face was swamped with freckles...
on the tip of her nose was a small red one, she recognized it as a pimple.
She blushed.
"W-who am I!?"
Her vision in the mirror was starting to blur, becoming less a picture of a human face, and more one of colored blob. She felt tears drip down her freckled cheeks, but she sure couldn't see them! At least until...
It suddenly hit better, everything was as clear as crystal, and she saw something hanging upon her face. Large, black rimmed and looking more at home on a cartoon character than a human, she saw her new glasses.
"M-my god..." she brought her hands to her face, removing the glasses to see how bad her sight truly was now.
And, it truly was something. Everything looked as if it was painted by Mark Rothko! So, she quickly put them back on.
She felt her clothes starting to change, her skirt, started to turn a light blue , closing around her waist as they started to snake downwards, growing longer until they were just jeans. Her top became a T-shirt, turning a light grey... her eyes widened as words appeared across it, slanted ever so slightly the words "Star Wars".
Her mind was aflame, memories of seeing all three original movies, the shitty prequels, and even the new series... but... that made no sense. She had no recollection of ever seeing Star Wars before now!
But her memory started to become that of a super fan!
Her environment was starting to warp again, her shelves, once covered in makeup tips and frilly dolls, were now covered in comic books and action figures/collectibles!
This... was absurd.
But, something about the area seemed cool. Her eyes gravitated to one of her comics, a Deadpool one signed by Rob Liefeld... she paid a lot for that! W-wait a second... no she didn't! She couldn't remember even buying it!
All these new memories were replacing her old ones to the point she couldn't remember anything about her old life... she fell, back first onto her old bed, as the color of the sheets changed from pink to green...
Her eyes shut, and the last of her old personality simply... ceased to be.
Mary woke up, a few hours later. She yawned, adjusted her glasses and stretched. Her parents should be home from their anniversary soon, she smiled.
Today was a good day, and tomorrow, she was gonna go to the movies with her boyfriend, Kevin.
Life was good, she wouldn't ever dream of changing a thing.