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“Now Kayla, you are a swimsuit model.”
“A swimsuit m-m-model?” you ask, unsure if you heard him right. You are a supermodel! You do bikinis sometimes, but not exclusively.
“You’re a swimsuit model.”
“I am a...swimsuit model...” you repeat, your will having been broken a while ago. Your dress becomes a flashy pink bikini as your hair becomes shorter and fuller. Your memories change too, now only remembering yourself as a swimsuit model.
“And you love being a swimsuit model.”
“Oh...I love it...” you say, smiling as you strike a little pose. You love modeling bikinis. It just...makes you feel so alive! You smile thinking about how happy it makes you to do what you were born to do.
Your mother, meanwhile, is on her knees due to these massive changes.