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"Me continu..." Finaly said Aya, resignation in her eyes.

She, then, suddenly hold her belly and groan in pain as it grew bigger and bigger. Soon, it was large and round showing a late pregnancy. Her hips, thights and butt had grew some fat, lifting even more her miniskirt who weren't hiding anything anymore. Her tits didn't get spared as they grew even more bigger and wet spots appeared on her bikini top.

After that Aya was just rubbing her belly, looking at it while sobbing slightly.

"Mi sexy body..." She just said.

Then, the dice rolling on the table broke the silence. Tracy's dice just gave her a four, making her token land on the last cell.

Aya looked up and saw the result, her eyes growing wider.

"No !!! NOOooo... !!!"

Aya's yelling faded slowly into nothingness as the world around Tracy grew blank.

She was now in a white space, and she was no longer the Tracy we now know. She was the 'original' Tracy. The blond college girl that was studious and passionate about her studies. She wondered what she was doing here, she remembered the game, but it felt like a dream, a weird dream.

"Whath the fuck ?" She suddenly heard.

Looking after the voice that seemed familiar, she found herself in front of that exact version of her blurry memories.

"I don't understand..." She said.

"Fuck if I geth ith !" Answered her punk version.

"congratulation, Tracy..." A third voice raised.

Out of nowhere in this blank void, a woman walked toward the two Tracy's. Short black hairs, green eyes, wearing a black suit, she had that androgynous look combined with high charisma.

"Who are you ?" "Who the fuck are you ?" The two girls asked.

"I'm Loki, nice to finally meet you." The woman said, bowing theatrically.

"Isn't Loki a man ?"

"Misconception lead by the translation of the Catholic church."

"I guess, it's you who made that awful game, but why ? Just for your fun ?"

"To shift your fate to a better future."

"How can that be a better future ?!?" Tracy shouted in anger, pointing her punk self.

"Hey ! Fuck you bithch ! I'm fucking bether than you !" The later answered.

"She's a unrestrained, unapologetic version of yourself. She's free of her fears of disappointment. Even if I admit to have let myself loose a little bit too much. But that's why you're both here. To find your equilibrium." Loki explained.

"But why ? And aren't you the god of mischief ?"

"Yes, it's one of my role, but I'm also a fixer. And if you keep your life going as it is, you'll successfully finish your studies in journalism, but you'll end up working in a people magazine. You'll be writing on uninteresting details of the stars life, and will grow hating it more and more. After all, you wanted to investigate on corruption and bring the light to the real problems of the world. Even in your personal life, you'll have a long relationship with a man, have two kids, divorce him for a woman, and still feel like something is missing. You'll live an empty life of frustration, all because you want to please everyone."

Somehow, Tracy knew it was the truth, it all sounded too close to what she would do. She turned to her punk self, and though, maybe she could take a little bit of her. And her unhinged version though that maybe she could get a little bit of self restrain. But then, original Tracy realized something.

"But, wait, what about the others ?" She asked.

Raising a hand in the air in a careless expression she just answered. "Meh, I'm still a god of mischief !"