She freaks out!

“Oh my god, what have you done to me!” screamed the woman in the mirror with Laura’s voice. The unfamiliar face with thick pillow lips looked more surprised than distraught but the anguish she felt was written all over her body language.

“Isn’t it perfect?” purred the doctor with a sly smile. “Exactly how you asked for.”

“What? No, I didn’t ask for this!” yelled Laura. Her delicately sculpted fingers were clenching and unclenching on their own and she had begun to hyperventilate. “This isn’t…” she swallowed. “What…! No?” she blubbered as she staggered backwards and fell unceremoniously on the floor.

Camilla was giddy with excitement as she witnessed her rival’s meltdown. It was everything she hoped for. Well…maybe she shouldn’t have changed her face so much that it wasn’t even able to properly express her anguish but then again…it was all in her eyes. And that turned her on like no other.

“You poor thing!” cooed Camilla as she helped Laura off the floor and sat her back on the dentists chair. “Here, take this”, she said, handing her some chewing gum. “It’ll help you calm down.”

Laura accepted the gum, as distraught as she was, she needed something to tether her to reality. This had to be a dream. There’s no way she had booked an appointment to transform herself into some trashy bimbo. Even if she did, how was it even physically possible for it to happen in a single day? What the heck was going on here?

Laura popped two chewing gum tablets into her mouth and bit on it. It was juicy. Extremely juicy. And it tasted like…

“This taste awful,” said Laura, spitting out the gum. The strange taste of the gum **** Laura’s senses to focus. The taste was minty but also wrong somehow.

“It was just nicotine gum for your withdrawal”, said Camilla with a straight face. “Since you are a heavy smoker, the withdrawal might have been interfering with the procedure. Don’t worry, it’ll help”.

Laura did not remember smoking a day in her life. “But Dr…”, she searched around for a name and couldn’t remember it. Thankfully, there was a certificate on the wall for Dr. Linda Greene.

“But Dr. Greene, I don’t...”

“Just call me Camilla”, interrupted the doctor with a sinister smile. “You just ate some of Dr. Greene”.

“What?”

“I said you need to eat your greens…to help with your nicotine addiction” smiled Camilla.

Laura felt disoriented. She wasn’t a smoker, was she? The doctor’s words didn’t make any sense, but she was somehow very convincing. Laura felt a warmth in her chest, on the butterfly tattoo she did not remember getting. No, the doctor was right. She remembered now. She had always been a heavy smoker. She had started in middle school, trying to look and feel cool. By high school, she had already been smoking a pack and half a day. In her adult life, that had gone up to two and a half…this had really affected her relationship with her husband. Her husband! Laura gasped. How was she going to go back to him looking like this?

“Dr. Camilla, I don’t remember any of this”, Laura cried, frantically waving her hands around her new body. The anxiety was building right back up. There was something wrong about the doctor, but what other option did she have than to trust the medical professional?

“But this is what you wanted, Laura”, said the doctor, smiling. “To be a big titted bimbo slut, so you could find yourself a sugar daddy”.

“That doesn’t make any sense!”, shouted Laura shrilly. “I have a husband and…and kids. I’m not some…s…slut!”.

Camilla was enjoying the second wave. Oh, what delight to see her rival’s terror! Bet she never saw this coming when she stole her Peter away from her. Serves this bitch right! She chuckled heartily. “No, you don’t. Don’t you remember, you silly goose!”

Laura felt a primal dread in the pit of her stomach. The doctor’s chuckles were so evil. If this was a movie, this is where she was supposed to run. But her whole body was frozen and all she could manage was to squeak out an incredulous, “what?”

“Calm down, baby” sang Camilla with a flick of her wrist and Laura felt a sense of calm spread from her chest, throughout her body. Camilla strutted around the dentist chair and sat down beside Laura on a stool. Laura was calm but somewhere deep inside her, danger bells were ringing.

“Don’t you remember?” said Camilla, somehow sounding sincere through her wicked smile. “Your husband kicked you out. Your children hate you.” Hearing these words were perplexing, enraging even, but Laura’s eyes were dead and unaffected. It was only for a moment when Camilla took her hand in hers, that something cut through the supernatural calm and shone like unbridled terror in her eyes. But then she realized that Dr. Camilla’s hands were soft and safe. There was no need to fear. She could trust the strange doctor. She wanted to trust the strange doctor. Laura didn’t notice the warmth of the butterfly tattoo on her chest…All she knew was the doctor was her only friend in the world.