Beautiful
By Melanie Ezell
It wasn’t hard to convince them. All I had to do was tell them what they wanted, and with the right books I had it all. And I was going to be beautiful.
It all started with the liposuction. Just to help me lose weight. I’d always been a bit tubby, and I figured why not. I didn’t know I’d love it so much.
The change was dramatic. No longer was I the overweight, unpopular geek of a man I had been, but a sleek young stallion. Now I could be happy, have friends, be loved. I felt beautiful.
But it wasn’t enough. I was left with baggy, flabby skin where the weight had been. I wanted it gone. And I was beautiful again.
But I was so hairy. My chest. My back. I wanted it gone too. And, yet again, I felt beautiful.
Next came my facial hair, long a bane of my life. With it gone, surely I’d be beautiful forever.
With a little work on my nose.
And a little botox couldn’t hurt either.
And my cheeks, so plain.
And my brow line, far too thick. Neanderthalean, really, if such a word exists.
New teeth. New lips. New ass. New skin. New breasts. And now, new sex.
It wasn’t hard to convince them. All I had to do was tell them what they wanted, and with the right books I had it all. All the knowledge to make them make me beautiful. And what I couldn’t get with lying I took, or got in any way possible. Sex, drugs, threats, violence. Violence can be beautiful too. And soon I’d be more beautiful than ever.
So beautiful.
So beautiful.
So beautiful.
Notes: My first attempt at 'dark' fiction. Comments appreciated. Melanie E.