"Older. I'm sure I'd grow out of this!"
Marissa was tired of it. The 14-year-old was an A student, but not particularly aware of her surroundings. Owing to being unusually all for her age and 20/50 vision, Marissa had a lifetime full of humiliating experiences. Colliding into people, walls, cars, lamp posts, Marissa had earned the nickname Bumper Car from her peers. The only person to ever stick up for her was her BFF, Samantha.
The redhead tried her best, but the best advice her parents could give? Find somebody who loves you for who you are. "I guess I'll just have to find Big Bird" Marissa thought to herself. It had taken it's tool. She had few friends, and while she was a pretty girl, no one really wanted to hang out with the girl who could send them flying at any second. Marissa didn't know what to do.
"My life could be so much different...if only"
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The Scribe rummaged through Marissa' inner monologue. There was so much potential here. He started jotting down ideas, and ripping them up immediately after. After a few moments of consideration, he made a decision; he would age Marissa into a supermodel. What fun irony, the clumsiest girl in school becoming a symbol of beauty and grace?
"It's perfect" The Scribe thought. How would he enact the transformation? Finger snaps were lame, and he had grown tired of the bone-crunching physical transformations. Peering through some old papers, he decided on dream magic, an old favorite of his. The dreams would allow Marissa to visualize his desires as well as allowing Marissa to input her own secrets.
After taking a few minutes to map out her new life details, The Scribe took out a golden pen and signed his name, sealing Marissa's new reality.
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While Marissa slept in her bed that night, she dreamt of so many things. People respecting her, people finding her attractive, people wanting to be around her. As she got deeper into the dream, Marissa could feel herself slipping out of place. Suddenly, Marissa found herself in an empty room with a giant mirror. Marissa stared on, and saw her awkward teenage self. Looking at her own reflection, Marissa started to notice the green magic whirling around her feet and ascending upwards. Marissa, terrified, tried to run but was locked in place. The magic swirled heavier and heavier, and Marissa could feel herself changing. After a few moments, Marissa looked again and was shocked. It was still her in the reflection, but very different. Marissa was looking at a woman in her late 20s. The magic had transformed her thin frame into a curvy and voluptuous body. Marissa had hips and an ass, and her breasts had become D cups. Her red hair had darkened and now reached her hips. Her green eyes stood out even more with her more mature face.
Marissa was processing this when suddenly the mirror cracked and everything went to darkness.
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Marissa woke up in a sweat. "It was just a dream." she thought to herself. She got herself out of an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. She walked towards what seemed like a bathroom, and turned on the light. She looked in the mirror and gasped.
It had not been a dream.