Rachel turned around and saw a man in a pinstriped suit sitting on her bed.
"Who the fuck are you and where the fuck am I???" Rachel yelled.
"My name, if I had one, would be irrelevant to this matter. I am what you could call a consultant for the Alstyn Corporation. Our focus is on helping people satiate their...carnal desires. We are currently in a pocket dimension to help facilitate my client's desire. "
"What the hell does that have to do with me?"
"We offer our clients various methods of fulfilling their romantic and sexual fantasies, and one of those is offering "modifications" to a target of their choice."
"I think you have the wrong person. I don't know any-"
"Rachel Clarke, aged 18. " the man interrupted while reading off a piece of paper. "Race: Caucasian. Height": 5-7. Weight: 120 pounds. Hair type: long and brown. Eyes: brown. Body type: thin."
"Am I supposed to be impressed by..."
"Occupation: coffee barista. Graduate of Arthur Kinwell H.S. Breast size: A. Sexual status: virgin"
Rachel froze in her tracks. How would this freak know something like that?
"Our business model relies on us having as much information as humanly possible. There are no secrets that can be kept from us Ms. Clarke. Our client, who demanded anonymity, specifically requested you."
Rachel was petrified. She had her whole life ahead of her and now she was at the mercy of some horny psychopath.
"Am I going to be turned into some mindless sex toy?" Rachel asked, in almost a whimper.
The man in the suit walked over to her. "We don't offer mind manipulation. It's too...messy" he said. "However, we offer an unlimited variety of physical transformations. In the interest of full disclosure, I should say that my client's requests for you are out of the ordinary." The man pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Rachel.
Tears started streaming down her face as she read over the paper. Three E-sized breasts. Giant insect wings. The removal of her eyes. A pig snout. Her skin to be replaced with scales, and her limbs to be replaced with tarantula legs.
Rachel couldn't control herself anymore and fell to the floor sobbing. "Please...please, don't do this to me." Rachel begged. "I'll do anything."
"Our contracts are guaranteed, they pay quite well, and we do not disappoint our clients" the man remarked unmoved. "I will give you a little time before beginning the process."
As he started to walk back to the bed Rachel thought of something and stood up. "WAIT!!!" Rachel screamed. "I'LL PAY YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT."
The man's face turned into what could be considered a smile. "Ms. Clarke, we do not engage with people whose portfolios consist of meager savings from their coffee shop jobs."
Rachel held her ground. "How much did this client pay you?"
"$30,000".
"I can take that amount from my college savings account." Rachel pleaded.
"Not interested." the man coldly stated as he started to look at his phone.
Panicking, Rachel realize she would have to make a hard sacrifice. "I have 64,000 fucking dollars in that account. I will give you all of it to get out of this hell."
The man stood up, his interest piqued. "Well....I will have to consult with my employer and see what they have to say."
....
Rachel waited for an eternity before the man came back.
"Okay," the main said. "We will take your offer, with some conditions. One, after all this is concluded, you must sign a confidentiality agreement. Two, you must choose a change for the original client. Three, you may not leave this dimension without undergoing some moderate changes yourself."
"...fine. I have two stipulations of my own: I get to find out who tried to do this to me, and I get to meet this person face-to-face before I institute any changes to them."
The pinstriped man agreed and pulled out a computer pad and told Rachel to sign it with her fingerprint. Rachel, with a sense of relief and also palpable anger, signed it.
"Okay, who did this to me???"
"Your senior year history teacher, Evan Jatson."
Rachel was suddenly very confused. Jatson was a notorious prick and had nothing but contempt for her. She barely passed his class with a C, and on the last day, Jatson told her that she only passed because he felt sorry for her.
"I'm going to take have a nice, long talk with that cunt." Rachel said as she walked towars the mirror.
"AHEM." the man barked. Rachel realized at this point that she still had to change physically.
"So...what are you going do to me?"
"Just some tweaks Ms. Clarke. Just some minor tweaks."
The man pulled out the pad again, and after a few seconds, pressed down emphatically.
Rachel started feeling very warm. Sweat poured down her face as her body temperature reached 120 degrees Fahrenheit. All her bones started to ache. Her skin looked like it was moving.
"God, this is boring" the man yawned. "Let's expedite this."
With the press of a button, things went into hyperdrive. Rachel doubled over in pain. Her bones started to lengthen as her height increased. She felt herself gaining weight, somewhere in the vicinity of 25-30 pounds. Her breasts started to swell. Rachel felt her hair grow ever so slightly and noticed that it had gotten darker, almost pitch black.
After a couple of minutes, the changes were done. Rachel went over to the mirrorn and gasped. She was still herself, but so very, very different. She was taller, her breasts were bigger, her hair was different, her face looked more mature, and her body was what she could only describe as "thick."
The man started speaking. "Rachel Clarke, aged 20. Race: Caucasian. Height: 6'0. Weight: 163 pounds. Hair type: long and dark brown. Eyes: brown. Body type: curvy. Breast size: C. Sexual status: virgin."
"I believe our business is done here Ms. Clarke. Goodbye"
"Fuck you and your company." Rachel barked as she suddenly felt herself getting thrown into the mirror.
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Rachel felt weak and consumed with sadness as she rose to get herself off of her...kitchen floor?"
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU??!!?!?" Rachel's mother screamed. As she got closer, she gasped. "Rachel....is that you??"
"Yes, mommy, it's me." Rachel said as she started bawling on her mother's shoulders.