She Rights Some Wrongs

New Rule: Taylor Hebert is conventionally attractive, regarded as at least an 8/10 to everyone who meets her.

Feeling the changes the Rulebook wrought wash over me, I couldn’t help but shiver. Looking down at myself, I couldn’t help but gawk even though I had made the changes that I was seeing. The most blatant change, of course, being the breasts that were blocking my view towards the rest of my body.

They were large, having to be at least a D-cup, and perky, standing tall even unsupported as they were. Unfortunately, the downside of not wearing a bra showed itself by the sight of my nipples poking through the fabric of my sweatshirt.

Quickly leaving the cafe, I walked down the Boardwalk to try and find a store that might have any mirrors so that I could inspect myself more thoroughly. However, as I was walking I kept noticing the glances that I was getting from other people, both men and women. Their gazes seemed to be drawn towards my chest and my backside, and I couldn’t help but shrink in on myself as old habits rose up.

Quickening my pace, I finally spotted a store that I thought might have mirrors. A clothing store. A rather high-end one too, if the display items were any indication. Shaking off the odd feeling of willingly entering a store that could take up my dad’s monthly budget in a few purchases, I walked towards the back of the store to find a changing room and ignored the greeting from the lady behind the counter.

Finding a changing room, I quickly entered it and locked the door behind me. It was a cramped space, only about five feet by five feet, but it was large enough for what I needed it for. Turning around, I was struck dumb by the reflection in the floor length mirror.

I was beautiful. I knew that I had become so thanks to the Rule I wrote, but it was different knowing what happened and actually seeing the results of it.

My face was perfectly symmetrical, with high cheekbones and thin eyebrows. My eyes were still large, but not so disproportionate to my face, and my lips were still a tad wider than average, but in a way that made them seem expressive rather than frog-like. That they had plumped up into perfectly pouty pillows had definitely helped with that, too.

Lifting the hem of my shirt, I saw that the pudge that had been growing for the past years had vanished, leaving my tummy flat and smooth, with just a hint of abs peeking through. And I had an actual figure now, rather than being a stick person. My hips were wider, my butt round, my waist trim. Combined with the boobs that had grown on me, I was the picture of an hourglass.

And my legs! I hadn’t known that a person’s legs could be so long, but mine had to be at least sixty percent of my height, now. My thighs had padding now, as well, with the swell of muscle underneath sculpting them to perfection.

All in all, the Rule proved true. I was attractive now. Gorgeous, even!

No way Emma and her cronies could insult my appearance now.

As if the thought was an omen of doom, I heard the door to the store open by the sound of its tinkling bell, and voices washed over me even in the back of the store. I felt my heart freeze in my chest as I recognized two of the voices.

Emma and Sophia were here.