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"Daddy~ Look at what I got for you~" I coo, my voice dripping with a sugary, mindless sweetness that would have made my old self cringe with disgust.

I stand in the center of our bedroom, the soft amber lighting catching every curve of my newly sculpted body. I spin slowly, deliberately, letting the silk robe slip off my shoulders to pool at my feet like a discarded skin. The old Raven is gone. That girl wore baggy t shirts to hide her body, wore clothes that screamed 'tomboy,' and refused to acknowledge the power of her own femininity. That girl was ugly. That girl was a gross, shapeless dyke.

But this Raven? This Raven is a masterpiece.

I thrust my chest forward, arching my back until it hurts, putting my new assets on full display. My breasts are massive now impossible, gravity defying spheres of firm silicone that strain against the air itself. They are heavy, round, and perfect, each nipple tipped with a sparkling silver stud that catches the light. I can feel the weight of them pulling at my skin, a constant, physical reminder of my transformation.

"Do you like them, Daddy~?" I whimper, pressing my hands under the undersides of the implants to lift them higher, presenting them like offerings at an altar. "I couldn't stand looking in the mirror anymore~ I hated how flat and hard I looked~ I hated looking like one of those pathetic girls who thought they didn't need to be pretty~"

I giggle, a sound that carries no intellect, only pure, performative vanity. "I wanted to look soft~ I wanted to look like something you could grab and squeeze until I scream~ I wanted to look like a real woman~ A real toy~"

Every inch of me has been reconfigured to suit your eyes. My waist has been cinched into an unnatural hourglass, my hips have been padded to create a dramatic swell, and my skin has been treated until it's as smooth as polished marble. I am no longer a person with a 'style' I am a curated object of desire.

I walk toward you, my hips swaying in that exaggerated, practiced motion that makes my new ass jiggle hypnotically. I drop to my knees before you, the massive weight of my breasts swaying with the movement. I press them against your thighs, feeling the warm pressure of the silicone against your skin.

"I'm not gross anymore, am I~?" I ask, looking up at you with glassy, dilated eyes, my mouth already parting in invitation. "I'm all pretty and soft now~ Just for you~ Just to be fucked by you~"