Jacinta, taking to her new life as Laura

“So much work to do… Damn it. Why did you have to be so blasé?”

Your morning routine hadn’t gone as smooth as you’d hoped. The options in your closet were lacking, your make-up selection was minimal at best, and the soaps in the shower were bargain bin quality. For a life that you’d be taking as your own, it sure had set up a challenge for someone of your tastes to triumph.

But that was okay. The best things in life were always accompanied with a battle to overcome. You actually were looking forward to perking up this life with new clothes and high quality cosmetics. This skin could be a Venus with your guidance, and you were going to make sure of that.

Finishing with your lashes and tying your hair in a ponytail, you looked at the girl in the mirror. Laura had been a decent person. Kind. Caring. Understanding. Things you could draw upon to utilize yourself. As for the girl under the veil, you were an alpha. Such aspects had been of little use to you as you had asserted your dominance. Someone like you deserved to be at the top, but the chance to start fresh as “Laura” had been alluring. She wasn’t the vixen that you or Annalena were, but she had everything else you could want. A cute roommate. Enrollment in an all girls school. Understanding parents. Working your way back up the social ladder with her face was only a minor setback, and her personality traits could certainly aid that ascension.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you gave yourself a once over in the mirror before grabbing your books.

Sleeveless pink turtleneck. Black tights. Grey mid-calf boots. To you these were some of the few highlights in the wardrobe you had inherited. You’d need more sexy numbers like leather leggings, a better selection of boots, and tighter shirts. Heck, maybe you’d invest in a pair of leather legging boots. Those would be oh so hot on you.

With a smirk to your reflection, you turn, grab your bag & books, and head to the kitchen.

Stepping through the doorway you’re met with the smell of eggs frying. Juliette stood at the stove working diligently on breakfast. As toast popped from the toaster, she turned to meet your gaze.

“Morning, Laura! Want an egg or two while I’ve still got a hot pan?”

You settled into Laura’s persona, responding with a gentle grin on your face.

“Sure! Scramble me a couple, would you? And throw in a slice of toast too!”

As Juliette got to work on your eggs, you popped open the fridge and grabbed a can of iced coffee. Settling down at the kitchen table, Juliette laid your breakfast before you, and took her seat across from you with hers.

“So, how was yesterday? You met up with Lasse, right?”

Popping the tab on your coffee, you took a swig before responding.

“Yeah, it was mostly the usual stuff. Just hanging out, catching up… You know, helping to fill me in on things.”

“I just don’t get why you hang out with him.” Juliette retorted, digging into her eggs. “I think he’s a fucking creep. He does know I can see him checking me out, yeah?,” she said as she chewed.

Mmmhmmm, so Juliette hates Lasse? Seems like I may have a valuable ally…

Twisted thoughts filled your head of letting Juliette tear into Lasse as you stood by. Watching him suffer as you feigned worry for him while you secretly filmed the endeavor to get off to later. It was worth considering down the road…

But right now you were Lasse’s good friend Laura. You’d need to keep up appearances for now.

“C’mon Juli, he’s not that bad. Sure he peeks from time to time, but what guy doesn’t?”

Juliette gives you an unamused look.

“The guys that are worth it, that’s who. I’m not interested in some perv eyeing me up like a fucking roast.”

She stuffs the last bit of her eggs in her mouth and gets up to dump her plate in the sink.

“At least you’re not dating him, I guess. Robin isn’t a weirdo like Lasse.” she mumbled.

Juliette then struts out of the kitchen, presumably to get ready for the day. This left you to yourself as a smirk crossed the face you wore. Polishing off your eggs, you dump your plate in the sink with Juliette’s and then leave the house.

On your way to the bus you hear the text alert for your phone go off. Pulling it from your bag you check to see that it’s…