The Sword of Damacles

It was true some of the medications would stabilize her mood and calm her anxieties they'd slow her brain, in addition to a host of side effects. The Depakote caused hair loss, another caused hair gain, but not where she'd want it. Weight gain, chronic body odor, acne flare-ups, breast shrinkage, and incontinence were all possible, little did Lauren know she'd get all these, and more!

Instead of researching her new pills Lauren inspected her new duds. The wig was gorgeous, but very delicate, and had already shed a few hairs. It looked just like her natural hair in cut and color, but so much finer, shinier, prettier.

The corset was pristine, seemingly, from the 1800s, and was a super breast booster and tummy holder.

The high heeled shoes with lifts were just her size, and when all the artifice was assembled Lauren couldn't believe it.

She was...gorgeous!

Not just the wannabe hottest girl in town, she was a Queen, a Movie-Star, a Goddess! Tall, her hair an eyes entrancing, her figure divine.

The pills gave her a warm feeling and Lauren relaced her head back in front of the mirror.

A spurt of piss shot out as Lauren crossed her legs to hold it. Instead of freaking, Lauren just giggled, "Good thing I'm wearing my diadee."