This choice: Become instantly clean and dressed for work • Go Back...Chapter #3Become instantly clean and dressed for work by: Mr. George   Kelly felt better instantly, her thoughts clearer, her body healthier, and her clothes clean. Looking across at her reflection in the mirrored door of her wardrobe, she pulled her shoulders back in pride.
She saw a functional member of society. Her recent memories embarrassed her, contorting her made-up face into a snarl, as she thought back over the recent past. She thought of James, and his endless sniping comments, his undermining compliments, his dismissal. Feeling her breathing becoming harsher, more laboured, angrier. She caught herself, and released the tension in one long, slow breath outwards.
"He needs to know what he put me through." she muttered lowly to herself.
As she looked at her reflection, the image shimmered, herself and the bedroom vanishing. Replacing it, she recognised James Taylor, the source of so much of her doubt. A flicker of not-quite-sympathy flashed over her face, as she looked at him. Seeing him clearly now, her senses not dulled by drugs or drink. She took in his slumped shoulders, his slightly too broad nose, the bulge of a stomach that wasn't going to shrink any time soon.
Snorting, she remade reality, so that James... no Jamie, was cursed with her own insecurities. Her own sense of wrongness. As the image shifted, Jamie's hand came up to her mouth. A vague, undefined sense of wrongness bothered her. She looked herself over, from head to toe. Oblivious to her new gender, she checked that she was in a nice outfit.
She was out in the field, working on the turbines. Her engineering skills being put to good use.
A frown briefly wrinkled, on Jamie's brow. A sense of relief that despite being curvy and beautiful she still had her brains.
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She could talk in detail about the power generation, efficiency, of her project. A smile, a smirk played at the corner of her mouth, as she thought of the Sales girls. Pneumatic bimbos whose only skill was simpering, and pouting, seducing the customers with their ample charms. A sense of pride filled Jamie, she wasn't stupid, but equally she wasn't ugly either. A high giggling laugh spilling out unbidden as she felt the dry desert air tease her skin.
She gasped, as her chest surged forward. Making her the bustiest of the Sales team, she posed and preened for the cameras. Her opportunity to shine for this promotional shoot.
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Kelly watched with relish, as the intelligence vanished from Jamie's features, as the joy of being the centre of attention, of being a model filled her. The niggle at the back of Jamie's mind that she was pretty, but that was all she had, and that that would fade. Jamie's smile flickered, dropped down a gear, before being replaced, less convincing, less certain.
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