You start on Rosalina ( Arc)

You close your eyes, letting your mind drift backward through the years of porn addiction and social isolation, past the dead-end job and the cramped apartment, searching for the original wound. The first cut that never quite healed.

Rosalina Morrison.

The name alone makes something twist in your chest even now. You were both eighteen. Dark eyes that seemed to see right through you, thick black hair she wore in a braid down her back, curves that made every other guy at school jealous when she chose you. Smart, funny, ambitious—everything you thought you wanted. Everything you thought you deserved.

You dated for eight months. Lost your virginity to each other in her parents' basement while they were at some work event. Made plans about college, about staying together, about the future. You believed every word.

Then senior year, she started getting distant. Said she needed space. You found out two weeks later she'd been fucking Derek Chambers—captain of the basketball team, full ride to UCLA, everything you weren't. She didn't even have the decency to break up with you first. Just let you find out through someone's Instagram story, the two of them making out at some party you weren't invited to.

When you confronted her, she looked at you with something close to pity. "Marcus, come on. Did you really think we were going to last? I'm going places. You're... you're sweet, but you're not going anywhere."

Sweet. Like you were a fucking puppy.

You open your eyes to find both Candy and Jessie watching you intently, sensing the shift in your mood.

"Master?" Jessie asks softly, her emerald eyes concerned. "What are you thinking about?"

"Tell us," Candy purrs, her electric blue eyes glowing faintly. "Who hurt you, Master? Who made you feel small?"

You realize your jaw is clenched, your enhanced muscles tense with remembered humiliation. "Rosalina Morrison," you say, the name tasting bitter. "My high school girlfriend. First girl I ever loved. She cheated on me, then dumped me because I 'wasn't going anywhere.'"

Candy's expression shifts into something predatory, eager. "Where is she now, Master? Do you know?"

You do know, actually. You've hate-stalked her social media enough over the years. "She's in the city. Works in marketing for some tech startup. Engaged to some finance bro. Still gorgeous. Still successful. Still everything I wasn't."

"Would you like me to find her?" Candy asks, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "I can locate anyone, Master. And then I can bring her to you. Make her into whatever you want. Give you the **** you've been dreaming about for years."

Jessie nods enthusiastically, running her hand up your thigh. "Yes, Master! Make her pay for what she did to you! Turn her into your slut!"

(Author's Note: I am back from touching grass!!!! Just a heads up, the upcoming arc will be a bit longer and more character-driven. This means there won't be as many transformation scenes, but if you are the same brand of fucked up as me, then you will get a kick out of systematically breaking someone before you transform them.

I really like the idea of fundamentally understanding someone and using that knowledge to pick them apart; it makes the transformation much more meaningful and hot... look, I got problems... but so do you if you are closely following this series. Real recognizes real.)