Chapter 16: Reshaped and Redefined

Lexie sat in stunned silence as Carly explained her “vision.” She wasn’t just funding Lexie’s breast enhancement; she was planning a complete overhaul. Carly’s tone was casual, as if discussing a minor remodeling project, but her words carried the weight of an unyielding command.

“It’s not just the chest,” Carly said, flipping through her phone. “We need to think about the whole package. Bigger lips. Platinum blonde hair—trust me, it’ll make you pop. And we’ll do something about the way you walk.”

Lexie’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean by that?”

Carly smirked. “I’ve seen the way you slump around. It’s not exactly elegant. We’ll shorten your Achilles’ tendons. It’ll force you to walk on your toes, like a ballerina. Or, more practically, in heels. You’ll thank me later.”

Lexie stared at her, horrified. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m dead serious,” Carly replied, her voice dripping with amusement. “This is an investment, Lexie. You’re a canvas, and I’m just helping you reach your full potential.”

“I don’t want this,” Lexie said, her voice trembling.

“You don’t have a choice,” Carly shot back, her tone sharp. “You said you’d stay, and that means you play by my rules. Unless you’ve got somewhere else to go? No? Then sit tight and let me work my magic.”

The consultation was scheduled for the following week. Lexie tried to back out multiple times, but Carly’s threats were explicit and unyielding. By the time Lexie was seated in the clinic, surrounded by a team of professionals who treated her like a project rather than a person, she felt completely hollow.

The changes were drastic. Her chest was inflated far beyond what she would have ever chosen, her lips were injected to an exaggerated plumpness, and her naturally light brown hair was bleached to a near-white platinum. The Achilles’ tendon procedure was the most invasive. Lexie woke up in agony, her feet permanently reshaped to accommodate the extreme alteration.

Walking was a nightmare at first. She had no choice but to wear heels, which Carly provided in abundance. Each pair was taller, shinier, and more ostentatious than the last.

When Lexie finally looked in the mirror, she didn’t recognize herself. The person staring back at her was a caricature, a hyper-sexualized doll crafted for someone else’s amusement.

Carly clapped her hands together, beaming with satisfaction. “Now this is the Lexie the world needs to see.”

Lexie said nothing, her reflection blurring through tears. Her transformation was complete, but she felt more lost than ever.