I stood in front of the full-length mirrors, which surrounded me, enabling me to see every side of my body simultaneously. I knew it was me, not that I recognised me anymore. I tell a lie, my eyes were the same, but that was all. Beside me, my owner was gloating for turning a size sixteen, eighteen-year-old frump into what I now saw reflected in front of me. Even my own mother wouldn't know me. If I said hello Mum, she wouldn't know my voice, elocution lessons had changed it. I had a waist, my hips still flared, childbearing hips a "kind" Uncle had told me when I was fourteen, I'd hidden under the bed in tears until they'd left. My legs were sculpted by hours and hours in the gym, my bum had been enhanced by squats, then more squats, followed by squats. Four ribs had been removed to give me the waist, plus sit-ups. My breasts, the 38C's were now 34E's, and augmented, even my nipples had been moved upwards. A liposuction to flatten what the gym couldn't.
The face that looked out at me wasn't mine. I'd had a nose job, straightened, and shaved to produce more pleasing shape. Not to me. My teeth straightened, and capped, the front two abstracted and replaced with implants. Even my cheek bones hadn't escaped the surgeon and were now pronounced. My eyebrows were arched, the body hair below them had been permanently lasered.
And I was blonde.
**
"Don't be late home luv," my Mum called.
"I won't, I'm only going down the pub with the girls," I lied, slamming the front door, and hurrying down to the pub, but we never intended to stay there. It was nice enough, but we'd never pull there, unless it was some old perv.
I rolled my skirt up as I walked down the alley that led to the main road, then hurried along the street as fast as my flats would let me. I'd have worn trainers, but they wouldn't let you into the dance club in them.
Typically, Emma was late, her Mum was worse than mine, like that's really saying something, like it's the twenty first century, catch up. Emma's girlfriend was there, Laura. I really liked her, she was always nice to me, unlike Cara, who was a fucking bitch, and took the piss when I ordered a slimline and vodka. Well, I preferred the taste. I wished I had a BFF like Laura, but I didn't, but I thought if they broke up, I'd be there, that or they'd attract some guys, or girls, I didn't mind, and I'd pick up what was left. I'd fucked a couple of boys now I was eighteen, but it wasn't very satisfying, not like in pornos that I watched on my tablet. That wasn't very good either, the screen like their penises were too small. I'd thought about girls, but apart from kissing Laura on my birthday I hadn't technically had sex with one, apart from "Miss Laura," my vibrator, and I suppose she didn't count.
"Rhona, another drink?" Laura asked.
"No, I'll just make this one last for now, but thanks."
She was always so kind, and totally gorgeous, I wished I was Emma, who was a perfect ten.
"There you go, one vodka slimline" Laura said, putting the glass down on the table. "Squeeze up."
She sat beside me her thigh warm against mine.
"I don't know where Em's got to, she only had to go home, change and get back here, ah, here she is now."
And with that she was gone, gone to be with her lover, still she did buy me a drink. We didn't stay once Emma got here, she had a quick drink, and we were off to the club. No one danced with me until the end usually. Then we were moving again, to a party. And what a party, plenty of free drinks, I had a spliff, Cara was doing a line. Then it went tits up, and I was being fucked on the sofa with everyone in the room. No one cared they were all being done as well. Michelle was trying to push some boy off her, but gave up, Laura was just going with it. Emma was having her arse fucked and screaming like a banshee. I had more sex than I'd ever had, including with my vibro, "Miss Laura," as my body count shot up, doubling, then trebling. And I was cumming, and cumming, as I watched Laura across the room.
****
I must have blanked out the next few days, Laura had said it had been three days, I wasn't sure, and she wasn't here anymore. I couldn't stop crying, so they gave me some sort of injection, it totally spaced me out, I smiled like a total idiot.
The lights were bright, blinding me. I didn't know where my friends had been taken to, only I was alone. I was scared and wet myself. They were selling me, like some sheep at an auction, I could hear the bidding, the drugs didn't stop me hearing. Those that were interested in me had taken a detailed look, one or two sticking their fingers where they had no business being. One pinched my nipple so hard it made me cry, again. They were bidding, someone said Emma had sold for one million dollars, but I'd be lucky to make one hundred thousand dollars, because I was overweight, if I'd looked after myself, I'd have made a lot more, and have a better life.
I had a better life; it was my life to do with whatever I wanted. My body had been my own, and if I wanted to be a size sixteen, that was my decision. Now it was someone else's. My owner.
***
I don't know who he was, or what he was like. I was strapped to some sort of frame as my body and face were discussed in detail. I was to be altered, to meet with his requirements. I wanted to scream, but I had a ball gag in my mouth, so I contented myself in biting down on it.
"I want it's waist to be really narrow, which will be further enhanced by its hips, they stay, what do you suggest?" My owner asked.
"I'll remove the bottom two ribs on each side obviously, that will do the job, look."
I felt something on my skin, a sharpie drawing on me.
"That will work, its tits will need lifting, what do suggest?"
"A diet, it needs to lose a quarter of its body weight, then we'll augment them, a double D, possibly an E, what is it now ... ah yes 38C. I think we'll aim for 34DD, but hope for an E."
"Not any bigger?"
"No. it will be out of proportion if we went for that, I'll do the arse, once it's had Misha in the gym, then and only then we'll look at implants."
"Good thinking, its face?"
"The cheek bones, I can do something with them, you want them to be like wing mirrors I take it, well that's not a problem. Now the teeth, it's got bugs bunny ones, I can fix those, but it will take time, when do you want it ready to move on?"
"Six months?"
"I could try, but when we did that with the last one it was too quick, that's why it snuffed it, give me time, give it time. What did you pay for it?"
"100k."
"You'll be paying that again for this work, you know that, but I think we can look to sell it on for at least seven. I'll take those two teeth out, then work on the others, before I put some implants in. The nose needs doing, not a problem. It needs some liposuction once the ribs are out. I'll tidy its cunt up, reduce that clit hood, see if we can find a clit under all that skin."
"Sounds good, I'll leave it with you, it's whining is getting on my nerves, it's got a fucking annoying voice, so we might have to remove the voice box."
"No need, I've read about a trial procedure that will change it, risky, but worth a go, if it works it works, if not it won't be able to speak anyway."
"Win, win then."
Beside them I struggled and screamed into my gag.
Ten months later.
It had been for me a painful ten months, both in the gym and in the dentist's chair. But it was the series of operations that had hurt. I stood in front of the full-length mirrors, which surrounded me, enabling me to see every side of my body simultaneously. I knew it was me, not that I recognised me anymore. I tell a lie, my eyes were the same, but that was all. Beside me my owner was gloating, for turning a size sixteen, eighteen-year-old frump into what I now saw reflected in front of me. Even my own mother wouldn't know me. If I said hello Mum, she wouldn't know my voice, the op on my voice box and elocution lessons had changed it. My legs were sculpted by hours and hours in the gym, my bum had been enhanced by squats, then more squats, followed by squats. Four ribs had been removed to give me the waist, plus sit-ups. My breasts, the 38C's were now 34E's, and augmented, even my nipples had been moved upwards. Lipo to flatten what the gym couldn't. The face that looked out at me wasn't mine. I'd had a nose job, straightened, and shaved to produce more pleasing shape. My teeth straightened, and capped, the front two abstracted and replaced with implants. Even my cheek bones hadn't escaped the surgeon and were now pronounced. My eyebrows were arched, the body hair below them had been permanently lasered.
And I was blonde, and hot. I had the look of a model, the ones you see in those top shelf magazines in newsagents, looking down on everyone as they pout, wearing just their knickers. I walked like a catwalk model. I could do that now, if I were free. I wasn't. I was a piece of meat, my owner had laid out 240k on me, all in. Now he looked to turn that into a profit of 500k, not the million that Emma had fetch last year, she was a virgin, and I'd been a second-choice fat slut, if even that. Once I'd have just had the leftovers.
