Curiosity

Denise had watched the building across the street from her office window for weeks. It seemed so strange that only stunning women ever seemed to leave the place. She saw lots of normal women enter, but they never left. She was sure they couldn’t have been the same women. it was just downright weird. 

One lunch she wandered down there, she just wanted to find out what kind of business worked there. She assumed it must have been some kind of high class salon or something. It was the only explanation she could think of. Getting to the door of the building she could see that it was unbranded and there was no indication of what they did.

She felt like she had come this far she needed to know, so she headed inside. As she could have guessed there was another total Knockout sat on reception.

Denise approached the desk and asked "Hey, I know this might be a strange question, but what do you actually do here?“

"We actually get a lot of people ask that. We are a self help clinic, we help women know who they want to be and how to get there. We actually have a video explaining our process showing in the room over there, feel free to take a look!” Said the receptionist gesturing towards a door that was behind Denise. 

Denise was curious. She wandered into the room sat down and started watching the video. It was mainly vague self help speak that didn’t really mean much of anything. Somewhere along the line she fell asleep.

She woke up aching all over, her body felt different and unfamiliar. She was in what appeared to be a very different room, it was small and seemed like a dressing room that actors would use. There was a table filled with makeup  in front of a large mirror and a closet filled with clothes and shoes. Denise felt compelled to spend time dressing herself up, she just knew she wanted to look good. She wanted to be like all the women that left here, and she knew how to do it now. She tried on the clothes, amazed at how she had lost all her excess fat and was now just slim and toned. She did her hair and makeup in styles that she had never known how to before. 

Stepping back to admire herself she blew herself a kiss and headed out of the building. She knew who she wanted to be now. A trophy wife for a wealthy stud. Looking pretty was all that was important.

She headed to the upper class bars in town, With no intention of returning to work. She had a new life ahead of her now.