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Lucy stood in her bathroom, looking at her bare face in the mirror. She hadn't reapplied her makeup since wiping away the cum at Kessler's place. Staring at her reflection, she remembered how, right when she walked through the door earlier, Sarah had asked if everything was okay and told her she didn't look well.

 

She's right, Lucy thought, I don't look good.

 

Lucy was starting to hate her natural look. Her bare face was a new source of insecurity, as she kept comparing it with the flawless Instagram models or the dolled up strippers.

 

This new source of anxiety didn't escape Sarah's vigilant eyes, and she had started using it to undermine Lucy confidence.

 

For instance: this very night. As usual, Lucy had debriefed Leena about her evening, about the kiss, about blowing the anonymous guy, about the upcoming appointment... and Leena told Sarah.

 

So, Sarah knew Kessler was going to bring Lucy to Renato's clinic. And Sarah immediately saw an opportunity: when she went to her own pre-op appointment months ago, she also had some work done on her own face, mainly a bit of botox and lip fillers. Her instinct told her Lucy would be receptive to this idea.

 

So, she texted Leena:

"Girl, can you plz tell Lucy to get botox + fillers while at Renato's?!"

 

A thumb up appeared on her message, followed by a wide smiling emoji. Leena was on it.

 

***

 

The next morning, Lucy did her OOTD video, the face filters maxed out. It was getting easier and easier: one minute of filming herself, talking like a ditz, prancing around in a miniskirt, high heels and tee-shirt, one single take ; one minute to edit and post.

She rewarded herself with one white pill and walked to the bus stop. Some passersby ogled, as well as the bus driver, but she was used to it now.

 

On the bus, she was standing precariously on her high heels, fighting back against the stopping and swerving of the vehicle, when she received a text from Kessler:

"By the way, the man from yesterday is one of your classmates."

 

Her eyes went wide. With this, the line was blurring between her school life and her secret life. If the guy spoke to other students... No, she tried to reassure herself, why would people believe him. Besides, it'll be his word against hers. But... she was already considered the campus slut... Yes, people would definitely believe him. But, no! Kessler wanted to protect her until she graduated, didn't he?, she thought. Like many abused victims, she was unconsciously trying to find comfort and protection in her own abuser.

 

The information shook her more than she was willing to admit. It subtly modified her demeanor in class. From an outsider's eye, she looked a bit more flirty, as she was trying to give a knowing  smile to the guys that could have been wearing the mask the day before. Not trying to flirt really, but hoping to identify him this way. Still, something switched in her. Until now, she had tried her best to separate the two lives, but now... a student knew.

So, she made even less effort to try to hide Lucy the slut, Lucy the stripper, the whore. Every time a student would look at her a bit too long, a bit too strongly, a faint thought would pop in the back of her mind: "He knows." So why pretend. In those cases, she would smile back. Her innocent smile now had a naughty twist to it.

 

***

 

In the evening, Kessler drove her to Renato's clinic for the pre-op appointment. Lucy masturbated on the way, under the influence of her third white pill of the day.

 

"Aaah! Dear Lucy! What a pleasure to see you again! Dear Sir, welcome to our humble abode."

 

The surgeon's over-the-top mannerism made her smile. It reassured Lucy a lot. She was in her own territory, recommended by her friends. As for Kessler, it was his first time here as he was a regular patron at another clinic.

 

That day, they had to lock in exactly what she wanted. On a tablet, she selected the type of breasts she was interested in. Both Kessler and Renato were surprised by her selection: the biggest and the fakest. The kind of plastic tits she was used to seeing when watching porn, on Sarah, on Leena, and on the strippers, the type she learned to associate with beauty, sensuality, and normality. She certainly wouldn't have selected the more natural, saggy breasts, especially after just having rubbing herself off in the car watching hard silicon porn melons.

 

"Like, this is what I want, Dr Renato?!"

 

He looked a bit surprised when she first used her valley-girl voice but stayed professional.

 

"I see.", said Renato, "For this type of result, you would need high profile, over-the-muscle, big, emphasis on BIG, silicone implants. I must warn you, the more modern implants offer a more natural look and feel usually preferred by patients."

 

The argument didn't sway Lucy. She knew what she wanted.

"Like, I know, but this is realllllyy what I want? My friends have, like, this kind?", she answered, staying adamant, even in her ridiculous valley-girl character.

 

"Very well. Over-the-muscle is not a bad choice. It will look more artificial, the edges and some rippling may be visible but it's a lot simpler and heals faster ."

 

Lucy relaxed, happy to see the surgeon validating her choice.

 

"For the size", he continued, "you really don't want to go over 400cc for the first time, or you'll risk ending up with symmastia. A uniboob. Here, let me show you."

 

This time, Lucy physically recoiled when seeing the pictures on the screen. The boobs were connected by a line of flesh, not divided properly. It wasn't creating a cleavage either, it looked like some weird male bodybuilder's chest muscles. He was right, she definitely didn't want that. She knew 400cc would be a bit smaller than the padding she liked to wear, but she wasn't ready to risk a uniboob.

 

He showed her some 3D renderings of the expected result. Lucy liked the look of it. She thought the breasts looked small, but at least they existed. He had her insert a 400cc sizer implant into her bra again. It was smaller than the socks she used as padding, but a lot heavier. Maybe that was the perfect compromise, after all, she thought, because any bigger would mean heavier implants and a greater risk of back pain. She smiled at Renato. That was perfect.

 

Since they had reached an agreement, she went to sign some forms, consents, medical history and received pre- and post-operative instructions. Then, she went back to the examination room and sat in an examination chair where a nurse drew a few vials of blood for her routine pre-op lab work.

And it was done.

 

"Well, thank you, Lucy! I'm excited to see you in two weeks to finally create that new silhouette!"

 

But it wasn't over yet. She had a surprise request. She looked at Kessler out of the corner of her eye, warily, and asked Renato:

 

"Like, my friend told me to ask about, like, fillers and botox?!"

 

She winced, knowing how ridiculous and vain she sounded, but she had to use the valley-girl voice whenever her teacher was around.

 

"We certainly do those! But it should be at least one week before the surgery, and sadly I don't think we'll be able to find you a slot... Let's book an appointment in one month?"

 

"No need.", Kessler intervened. It surprised her. She would have thought he'd jump at the idea of enhancing her look even further. Maybe she was pushing it? He was already paying $10,000 after all, she guessed she would need to earn those fillers.

 

Renato didn't insist. After a polite exchange of pleasantries, they stepped out into the crisp evening air, Lucy almost running after her teacher in her high heeled sandals.

 

They got in the car and Kessler suggested:

"If you want your face done, I can book an appointment for Thursday night. All my girls go there. Would you like that?"

 

She accepted enthusiastically.

 

***

 

As impossible as it seemed, the hostility she felt from the girls at school reached a whole new level when she arrived that Wednesday, flaunting, for the first time, a crop top that exposed her new tattoos. The venomous stares felt almost like physical slaps. Each interaction with any of the female students was ice-cold, full of loathing if not utter contempt. Yes, some people simply ignored her, but most of the girls visibly HATED Lucy now. Of course, with the male students, it was another story. So, she spent most of her time between classes with men orbiting her. She didn't even need to talk, she just giggled and enjoyed the attention. Sometimes, they were a bit too close, a bit too affectionate, sitting thigh to thigh against her, touching her back, but it seemed so trivial to Lucy now, compared to what she saw at the club. Some of the more courageous would put their hand on her knee, her hips or her lower back and she wouldn't notice immediately, in the relaxed, drugged state she was in.

 

The drug was becoming a problem, because most days she would use two or, when she had to work or see Kessler, three pills. She was running out of them a lot faster than she'd anticipated.

 

***

 

Wednesday night at work went well: she'd gotten the hang of it now and, more importantly, it was a lot less hectic than Friday or Saturday.

 

*** 

Then, Thursday night, it was time for the fillers appointment. She had told about it to Leena and Sarah, who knew the place but never went.

It was in a proper clinic, not shady by any means, looking at least as prestigious as Renato's, and maybe more serious.

She sat in the chair where the technician, a woman who seemed Eastern European, asked her to make several facial expressions. Each time, she was marked with a spot. Then each spot was injected. It stung a bit, but really not that much, like plucking an eyebrow hair.

The filler was a bit more painful, and the injector pressed on her lips after each injection, trying to give them a proper shape. Little by little, they swelled, less because of the filler and more because of the repeated needle sticks.

When it was over, the woman applied some healing balm, and finally handed Lucy a small hand mirror.

Her sore lips were unmistakably, aggressively pillowy. When she parted them, they had that  exaggerated rounded look she had envied on Leena and Sarah.

She rubbed a finger on the skin next to the injection site, not daring to touch it, mesmerized. Her bare face didn't look plain anymore. She was excited, recognizing a hint of that artificial look she saw on Leena, Sarah and the Instagram models. She was starting to look like one of them. One of the hot girls. She couldn't wait for the implants.

 

Sarah was also getting impatient. She had spent the last few days preparing for Lucy. Getting the products she needed from her contacts in only three days had been a challenge, but she managed. She was happy to be finally catching up with  Kessler, who had always seemed a step ahead of her until now. "Not this time", she thought. Without a doubt, Kessler had a plan for Lucy's face, certainly using Botox to give her an elegant, refined face. That was the opposite of what Sarah wanted for Lucy. It was the perfect moment to act.

 

After what seemed an eternity, Sarah heard the front door opening. She rushed to welcome her tenant with a large smile.

 

"Woow, congratulations Lucy. That's a big step."

 

"Thank you Sarah."

 

"You look hot.", she complimented. It was true. Her tenant was getting hotter and hotter and the same pang of jealousy her classmates felt was starting to rise in Sarah's heart.

 

Pretending nothing was bothering her, she offered her some food, and some drink to celebrate. Spiked drinks.

 

They had a quick dinner and Lucy excused herself to her bedroom where she immediately lay down on her bed, exhausted, under the watchful electronic eyes of Sarah.

Sarah was looking at her sleeping tenant, gathering some courage. What she planned to do was a step further into illegality, but she was confident she could get away with it. After waiting a few more minutes, she creaked her tenant's door open, slowly.

 

"Lucy?", she called out softly.

 

No answer. Good. She crept closer. The thin blonde girl was sound asleep, lying on her back, snoring softly.

 

Sarah called out her name again. Then, seeing there was no reaction, tried to touch her face, and, finally, pinched it. Lucy didn't wake up.

 

Satisfied, Sarah went to work, impatient to ruin Lucy's face that was getting too pretty for her, but savoring first and foremost the joy of fucking up Kessler's plan. With the help of an online guide, and going by the few faint marks she could still see on Lucy's skin, she injected her with Daxxify, a longer-lasting alternative to Botox. It started normally, with her injecting the frontalis and corrugator, to prevent her from moving her eyebrows.

 

But then, she specifically targeted the no-go areas.

 

The first was right above the orbital rim, low enough for the toxin to seep through the orbital septum and reach the levator palpebrae, whose job is to lift the eyelid. It would have a hard time doing so now.

 

Her second injection went right into the orbicularis oculi, an area often injected to deal with crow's feet wrinkles. But Sarah was freezing it solid, preventing Lucy from expressing herself with her eyes.

 

Then the muscles that widen a smile: the risorius at the cheeks, the levators above the lip, keeping Lucy from showing her teeth.

 

The next targeted spot was the zygomaticus, lifting the corners of the mouth. However, she still wanted to give her a happy, dumb expression. So while she did inject just a bit into the zygomaticus to weaken it, she also followed the procedure for correcting the infamous "Resting Bitch Face". That meant pushing the product low on the jawline, below the corners of the mouth, right into the depressor anguli oris. With it paralyzed, nothing would pull her mouth down anymore, and the corners would settle upward into a fake half-smile Lucy would be barely able to alter.

 

She had no idea how many units the clinic already put into that face, and she didn't care.

 

She wanted to freeze it, to completely erase Lucy's natural, innocent smile. She knew it would take a couple of weeks to settle, and she couldn't wait, eager to watch her tenant grow more and more desperate as her face slowly lost mobility. Best of all, since she injected this very night Lucy would blame it all on Kessler's injector, and on Kessler's judgment.

 

As a final touch, she filled Lucy's lips with CaHA (Radiesse), a "bio-stimulatory dermal filler and collagen stimulator". Absolutely not recommended for lip injections. It was harder to inject, but she was prepared for it. This stuff would give the sleeping girl big, hard, plastic lips, that would grow and grow over time and was a lot harder to remove than traditional filler. She also injected above the lip border, along the white roll, hoping to push the lips further forward.

 

She stepped back, looking at her work. The lips were already fat and uneven, a hard ridge forming above them that would be even more pronounced in a few weeks. The whole face was swollen and marked with a multitude of red dots.

Sarah carefully cleaned everything with disinfectant, making the sleeping girl's skin shine under the bedroom light, as if she were made of hard plastic.

As the living blow-up doll she was already starting to be.