After her little distraction, Constance gathered her things and called a cab to take her clothes to the donation box.
She ran into her next-door neighbors as she took multiple trips to get all the bags downstairs. They used to be friendly with her, regularly complimenting her appearance and academic success. Now, their eyes went wide when they noticed the latest change in her looks, and they did their best to ignore her while passing. Constance couldn’t help but grin at them, feeling excited as she watched them recoil in disgust slightly.
When her cab arrived, she watched the driver’s face derail momentarily as he caught sight of her. Her chest swelled with pride as she reaped the fruit of her total transformation. She was out of place at her own apartment complex, which felt thrilling. Constance couldn’t wait to get back home and use her vibrator again.
During the ride, she caught her driver repeatedly staring into the rearview mirror to get a look at her cleavage. Constance had never been lusted over like this before. They didn’t make any conversation, and the driver seemed only interested in her body. It was an entirely new experience for her, and she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it. Feeling adventurous, Constance discreetly opened her zipper a little further and felt herself getting turned on. For a moment, she fantasized about opening her jacket entirely and showing her driver what he lusted over. But her musings were disrupted when they arrived at the donation box.
After unloading her bags, Constance told the driver that she would get back home on her own and shot him a wide smile as he took a last glance at her cleavage.
As he drove off, Constance turned around to face the donation box. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt nervous about the step she was about to take. Before she let her anxiety get any worse, Constance abruptly grabbed the first bag and tossed it into the box. The relief she felt as part of her old identity disappeared irreversibly hit her in an overwhelming wave. A huge weight was lifted off her chest, and she giggled as she tossed more bags into the box.
Before she knew it, Constance had thrown her entire old wardrobe away and was left stranded with her new outfits. She was trapped in her trashy persona until she went shopping for respectable clothes again. The tingle she felt between her thighs at that thought told her this wouldn’t happen anytime soon.
During her walk home, Constance got to experience the effect her new look had on everyone around her for the first time. Many men looked at her overfed figure and too-tight clothes with disgust, but there were plenty she could see lusting after her. While throwing away her clothes, her jacket had ridden up her back, and she had not bothered to pull it back down, enjoying showing off her skin instead. The catcalls she now received made her feel sexy and confident in her lifestyle choices. On the other hand, women met her with open disdain, either because of her weight or revealing clothing choices.
She quickly realized that she no longer fit into any neighborhood besides Kendra’s.
While Constance walked home, enjoying the spotlight on her, she suddenly caught sight of a familiar face. Though it was partly covered by the phone she was looking at, Rosie was walking down the street opposite Constance.
Since they had parted ways, Rosie had been going to the gym obsessively while strictly watching her diet. She had dropped a lot of weight since then while toning her body. While she did not yet look super fit, she could be considered curvy fit with more muscles than fat. All her progress was meticulously posted on all her social media. Unsurprisingly, she was walking down the street with her attention on her phone.
Seeing her former friend, Constance’s first reaction was slight panic and a desire to hide herself. But as Rosie came closer, Constance started feeling more confident in herself. She had chosen this lifestyle change to get reactions out of everyone, and she desperately wanted to hear what Rosie thought of her now.
“Rosie! Hey!” she called out while hastily switching to the other side of the street.
Rosie looked up from her phone, but her face showed no signs of recognition as Constance came closer.
“It’s me! Constance!”
A few more seconds passed until Rosie finally recognized her. Her face turned into a wild mix of surprise, shock, and disgust.
“Constance, what the fuck happened to you!?” she blurted out.
“I felt down after you ended our friendship, so I have a little makeover. Now I’m happy again,” Constance responded, smiling innocently.
“But…you look horrible! Are you’re eyebrows drawn on? How can you walk around like this without dying from embarrassment?”
“Why should I? I look great!”
Rosie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She regained her composure, and Constance watched an arrogance come over her that she had never seen before.
“Constance, I thought leaving you would make you get your life back on track. But it only got worse! You look like you’re from the other side of town!”
Constance giggled. “I actually have a great friend there who helped me with my makeover!”
Rosie sneered. “Of course you do. I can’t believe what happened to you. You look like a cheap whore! Couldn’t you at least get clothes in the right size? You’re basically spilling out on all sides.”
Being called a whore sent a shiver down Constance’s spine. She took out a cigarette and lit it while Rosie’s disdain grew.
“And she’s a smoker now,” she said sarcastically. “Listen, whatever is going on with you, I want no part of it. I can’t be seen with a trashy fatty like you. One picture would be enough to ruin my entire reputation! Have a nice life but stay the hell away from me, you freak!”
Rosie stormed off, leaving Constance no time to react. As she watched her go, Constance took another drag of her cigarette, admiring her nails. The reunion had gone about as thrilling as she had expected. Thinking back to being called a whore, Constance felt a mix of emotions and arousal rise inside her.
She would have to think this over again at home with a vibrator between her thighs.