Preparing for the show

Taylor watched the girls skitter out the café while they threw 'discrete' glances back at her. 'They have it bad' She grumbled. '...And I'm one to talk' She needed a moment to collect herself, after all, she did make herlsef an amazon straight out of her favorite porn genre. It was already hard to not bend them over the table, let alone keep the seam-ripper down her thigh soft.

Going through the less... _provocative _of her new memories was an odd experience. They seemed to be arranged so as to keep her life mostly consistent. More postive social activity, but ultimately little if anything past acquitances, her father was somewhat more positive, her teachers were _definetly _less dismissive of her 'heh' while still trying to be 'hands off'.

Nursing her coffee, she 'recalled' the new day Sophia Hess entered her life. Emma had been distant, as it was, but the 'pleasure' of meeting the track team start actually happened later on. She'd been using the empty school showers after her usual training when The Trio decided it was a good time as any to make their entrance. She'd been drying off her hair when she barely heard an amazed whisper of "Holy shit".

She whipped the towel down while having her own 'oh shit' moment only to find the three in formation, apparently they were trying to start off as confident, but after that they looked like mannequins with googly eyes.

Googly eyes pointing down to her fat floppy footlong, then back to her.

It lasted all of three seconds before all three spedwalked out.

Taylor had wrapped the towel on and bolted after the girls but they were nowhere to be found.

And the rest, is history. The her in this timeline had her own moment of panic at having her rather large secret found by two randos, but kept some hope Emma held them back.

She did, in a manner. Even for all their bluster the never had even hinted at outing her. It didn't stop their escalating raunchy 'bullying' campaign, but from her different perspective (and meta-level konwledge) it was embarassingly obvious what they wanted.

'So, how should I go about this' The first time should always special, right?

The way back home was totally different perseptive for Taylor. Not only because she was like one or two feet taller -and broader-, but the general confidence of ner new body and the knowledge that she must have at least one parahuman rating just made the boardwalk and the city that much brigther.

It came to her that if this was the reach of the book with a couple of commands based on a fantsy, she could do far more some actual thought. Fix the city, be a hero, but first she had to get it back.

'Well... If all my problems can be solved once I have it back, I can afford to splurge a bit.'

Madyson's house was about as inconspicuous as the girl herself, generic suburban two-story decently mantained. The bell rang twice before the cutesy brunetter oppeend the door with the pink dusting of a blush.

"...Well, can I come in?".