Helena gasped, clutching her belly.

  Her fingers trembled as they pressed against the soft, bloated flesh that now shouldn’t be there.

  She looked down at herself.

  It wasn’t just Madison’s form anymore.

  It was hers. But very ruined.

  Her once small frame was warped. Her stomach bulged out too far. Her thighs were massive, pressing together in a way that made her skin crawl. Her arms looked swollen, her fingers puffy and "sticky"?. Even her face felt wrong, the weight making her cheeks round and heavy.

  Her clothes were destroyed. The st scraps of fabric barely clung to her stretched skin.

  She grabbed her hair desperately.

  It was still white. But now frizzy, dry and tangled.

  Tears welled up in her big, blue eyes.

  She was disgusting.

  A strangled sob escaped her lips as she fell to her knees, hugging herself.

  This wasn’t fair. She was supposed to be the dictator here.

  She was the one who decided what people looked like.

  She was supposed to be beautiful and cute children-like.

  But she's pretty far from being that right now. How sad.

  Helena sniffled, wiping her wet cheeks.

  She wasn’t giving up.

  She clenched her fists, forcing through the humiliation.

  She was a magician, so she just had to fix it.

  She grabbed her spellbook again, flipping through the pages frantically.

  Reversal spells. Body restoration. Something.

  She muttered incantations, snapping her finger, waving her hands, channeling everything she had.

  She keep trying

  A spark of magic fred her skin till her shape shifted.

  But she was still different.

  Her belly wasn’t as bloated, but her hips were still too wide.

  Her arms were thinner, but too soft.

  Her face had lost some of its puffiness, but her cheeks still felt fatter than before.

  Her hair was shinier now, at least.

  She touched her body hesitantly.

  Better. Not right, but still better.

  She entered again at the bathroom and gnced at the mirror.

  Her reflection still wasn’t her. But at least it wasn’t that horrible shit from before.

  She exhaled slowly.

  “…Okay.”

  This was fine.

  She just needed more time. Before somebody comes for her.

  Helena shut the spellbook with a frustrated snap, tossing it onto the sink.

  She could still feel the wrongness in her body. The curves that shouldn’t be there. And a subtle weight in pces she didn’t want.

  But at least she wasn’t a bloated nightmare anymore.

  She’d fix it ter.

  Right now, she had bigger problems.

  Her eyes flicked to her phone, lying on the bathroom counter.

  If Madison had really gone to the news, then this wasn’t over.

  Helena took a deep breath, running a hand through her shinier-than-before hair.

  If people came for her—whether it was Madison, the FBI, or even YOUR mom—she wasn’t going to let them win.

  She stepped out of the bathroom, her mind racing.

  She had to think.

  She gnced toward the window, pushing the curtain aside.

  The street looked quiet. Too quiet.

  She wasn’t going to wait for them to come to her.

  If Madison had sent people after her… she’d deal with them first.