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Cora dreamt wonderful, vengeful dreams. In it, she had walked out of the changing room in her sexy red corset top, and Katheighrynn was the one who was hopelessly outclassed. Cora’s bust led the way, presenting itself for Katheighrynn’s envious eyes, igniting the more popular woman’s jealousy. The entire store scene then morphed, as dreamscapes often did, blurring fantasy, fiction, and reality into one indistinguishable blob. Her old classmate’s screams of protest and resentment faded into the background until Cora was suddenly in her humble home with Lance. He was at his computer, looking at his Instagram feed as usual. But instead of the usual models Cora saw him ogling, this time, it was Cora’s own suddenly existent and popular page. He scrolled through her photos, all of them full of comments from guys who wanted to be with her, to girls who wanted to be her.

Dream Cora cleared her throat. Lance swiveled around 180 degrees in that creaky office chair to notice Cora in a pair of white bra and panties. He slid off the chair and got on his knees with utmost respect, kowtowing before his wife. Cora confidently strode around and past him to take her seat in that office chair, crossing her long and built legs. She dangled her toes at his eye level, and he crawled forward, accepting his place beneath her, his eyes never to roam to any other woman again...

Cora awoke with a start. Her mind was foggy, her eyes bleary. It was nothing like the previous fateful night where she’d woken up sharp and alert, greeted by an entirely new body. A familiar sluggishness consumed her whole being, physical and mental, but instead of sinking back into bed as she usually would and waking up slightly before noon, Cora summoned the willpower to actually get up and start her day. And starting her day just meant seeing what transformations her body had gone through. If her dreams were anything to go by, it should be fairly dramatic.

Once again, long sleek legs greeted her as she sat on the side of the bed. She parted them to take a look at her smooth and hairless cunt, tracing her fingers over her thighs and deep into her intimacy. She’d only had one day to acclimate to the changes, but she had done a lot of acclimating. Obsessing was probably the operative word. Obsessively obsessing. And as much as she liked how her legs looked... they didn’t seem to have changed.

Trying to shake the lingering fog out of her mind (and failing), Cora approached the full length mirror leaning against their bedroom wall. When she saw her own reflection, the glass may as well have shattered considering her reaction.

“NO!!!” she shrieked.

“Oh god!” Lance jolted up, abruptly woken from his slumber. “What happened?!”

“Oh Lance!” Cora gasped, turning around and reflexively covering up her scantily clad body. Even in front of her husband.

“What did you freak out about? Is there someone breaking in or something?” Lance yawned.

“No. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were still here.”

“Sunday’s my day off, babe. Fuck. Is there any coffee?” he rubbed his eyes.

“I’m sorry, babe. Go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?”

“Uhh...” Cora sidled toward their bed to look at her phone.

But Lance was already out by the time she’d been able to peep.

Cora cursed silently, under her breath this time. Returning to the mirror, she was frustrated to find that she looked exactly the same. Slimmer waist, nice full breasts, longer limbs. Eyesight particularly sharp, her irises a shocking blue just like yesterday. And yesterday she had been so happy about it.

But that was yesterday. Cora wanted, expected, needed to be way more than this! Especially considering how she still didn’t match up to Kathreighynn, and probably Kateleighnn. She deserved to be taller, fitter, bustier... sexier! Athletic like an Olympian, yet as alluring as an airbrushed centerfold.

Any thoughts of working out or self care need not apply. This was simply what she needed.

Checking her phone for her own sake, Cora remembered that she had a chess tournament at the local club today. She mentally reviewed some of the openings she’d been playing in speed games online. She still remembered the opening traps that she learned from Youtubers—good, then maybe the improvements were mental and not physical. A consolation prize, but one she would take nonetheless.

Cora got dressed and went out to get her coffee before the game.

Fiddling with her phantom glasses that she wasn’t wearing, Cora had her hands pressed against her temples as she leaned on her elbows, peering deeply at the chessboard, on the verge of tearing her hair out. Her opening trap had been effortlessly refuted, and now her position was unpleasant, to say the least. And she was down material. What’s worse, her opponent seemed to look at her with pity as she blitzed out the refutation. Clearly, she knew about the trap.

And this was only the first round.

After a first game humiliating loss and then a second round draw where Cora retreated to her usual boring drawish line, some young TikTokers showed up to record. They usually passed right by Cora to interview the local grandmasters or super grandmasters, in addition to the attractive females. She headed for the water cooler to get a drink. To her surprise, the content creator actually showed up to ask her for some words. She agreed.

“Hi, what’s your name?” the young man began from the beginning.

“Cora.”

“And your rank?”

“Women’s International Master.”

“Your score so far?”

“0.5 after two rounds.”

“Ouch. Favorite opening?”

“I was trying the Stafford...” Cora looked embarrassed.

“Oh for real? That went out of style like two years ago. Even Rosenkranz stopped playing it.”

“Oh, he did...?” Cora didn’t know.

“You didn’t know!?” he asked, as if reading her innermost thoughts. “Well, 7 more rounds to go. Don’t play the Stafford anymore is my two cents. You should check out Hamblington, he probably has some new traps. But playing all the latest fad traps is a young person’s game. Good luck! Hey, Alexandra!” he ran off to the local chess YouTuber, a mild celebrity in her own right. Younger, and... probably prettier.

Cora ground her teeth. She thought, no, she knew she looked good. At least compared to two days ago. But now she was still being shown up, embarrassed, humiliated by these young kids!

The rest of her tournament went about as badly as it could have. She lost three rounds to some middle and high schoolers, eked out a win against someone who looked and felt her own age, and finished with a tournament bottom 2.0.

She signed the final scoresheet and stormed out of the club. She deserved better than this! And now, it was clear to her that she didn’t just need to be younger, fitter... sexier. Cora needed to be smarter too. These damn internet chess kids and their stupid traps! She never should have listened to them. They thought they were so clever, giving stupid new names to the pieces and moves. Juicer this, juicer that. What the hell?!

Cora didn’t even notice the car taking a right through the intersection as she crossed.

“Oh my god! Somebody call an ambulance!”

The last thing Cora saw was two paramedics hovering over her and the steel grey roof of the emergency vehicle.