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DeepBlue89
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It wasn't much of a party, to say the least. I mean, not many girls like celebrating their own birthdays by themselves. My parents were out of town, my friends were nonexistent and I wasn't even thinking about going to a bar. Instead, I let myself soak in resentment and self-pity. I told myself, over and over again, that the simple fact that I wasn't pretty was the reason why this type of scenario occurred. Being stupid, flat Ellie Smith sucked. I didn't have any birthday cake, I didn't have any company and I didn't have any presents-
It was at this moment, that I realized that there was a package on the kitchen table. I hadn't noticed it before when I got home from school, mainly because I was angry at both the world and myself. There was no note or anything with it, so I had no idea who it was for. I did open it up, out of sheer curiousity. It seemed to be a blank comic book.
"What the hell?" I thought to myself, thinking that it might have been one of my parents who bought this for me. It wasn't grand, but I figured that a present coming from them was a miracle in of itself.
Sure, it was blank, but I was a skilled artist. I figured that I could draw some sort of story in it. A story where the main character wouldn't have to be alone as I was. She'd be pretty and...
And...
Why was I getting so sleepy?
...
I woke up, in what felt to be an eternity later. As my eyes opened up, I noticed that this wasn't my room. It was huge, to say the least, and there seemed to be some sort of machines lying around? Why was there a wrench in my hands?
...
I panicked in a moment, seeing a mirror on the wall and then my reflection. What...what happened to me? My long jet black hair was replaced with wildly purple hair, tied up to a fine ponytail. My entire body change, most noticably, my breasts. My simple A cup breasts seemed to have ballooned into porn-star knockers, and my backside developed into firm plump cheeks. I grew a bit taller now, I'd say about four inches so?
What the hell was going on?
It was at this moment, that I realized that there was a package on the kitchen table. I hadn't noticed it before when I got home from school, mainly because I was angry at both the world and myself. There was no note or anything with it, so I had no idea who it was for. I did open it up, out of sheer curiousity. It seemed to be a blank comic book.
"What the hell?" I thought to myself, thinking that it might have been one of my parents who bought this for me. It wasn't grand, but I figured that a present coming from them was a miracle in of itself.
Sure, it was blank, but I was a skilled artist. I figured that I could draw some sort of story in it. A story where the main character wouldn't have to be alone as I was. She'd be pretty and...
And...
Why was I getting so sleepy?
...
I woke up, in what felt to be an eternity later. As my eyes opened up, I noticed that this wasn't my room. It was huge, to say the least, and there seemed to be some sort of machines lying around? Why was there a wrench in my hands?
...
I panicked in a moment, seeing a mirror on the wall and then my reflection. What...what happened to me? My long jet black hair was replaced with wildly purple hair, tied up to a fine ponytail. My entire body change, most noticably, my breasts. My simple A cup breasts seemed to have ballooned into porn-star knockers, and my backside developed into firm plump cheeks. I grew a bit taller now, I'd say about four inches so?
What the hell was going on?
