Just Like You

For years and years she walked through the halls, giving off the essence of royalty. She was plastic,plain and simple. Every girl wanted to be her,no matter how hard they denied it, and every guy wanted to fuck her. 1

I watched her, every day as she walked through the halls, her blond curls bouncing happily and her blue-green eyes shining like little crystals. She enthralled me, and filled my chest with longing. She was everything I loved and wanted to be. Popular,pretty,nice, and most of all, she was talented. God was she a singer. She would stand on stage during one of the school musicals, and people would cry just from hearing her angelic voice. I always envied her.2

Once in school, she passed me by and flashed me a perfect smile, her straight, white teeth just another perfection.3

"Hi Dylan," she quipped.4

"Hey Rosaline," I replied, my girlish voiced becoming hushed and whispered. My chest filled with that familiar longing and my gray eyes reflected that all too familiar feeling.5

"I like that shirt," she said, "it really compliments your figure."6

"Thanks," I replied, looking down at my B-cup breasts. One of my flaws. Seventeen and five-foot-four and I only have a B-cup. Where as Rosaline was seventeen and barely five-foot and she had C-cup. But I suppose no one is as perfect as her.7

Rosaline nodded and went about her way, entering her classroom before the bell rang. I watched her walk, her steps always filled with a little bounce as though even if it were the rainiest day, nothing could dampen her spirits. It made me incredibly envious.8

But one day, everything changed. I became tired of simply wishing. I decided I would BE her. That was when I started my plan.9

I approached Rosaline after school, asking if she would mind coming to my house to help me with some homework. She agreed, being the wonderfully kind person she is. As we walked, I studied her, trying to collect my measurements. I smiled to myself as my thoughts and plans pranced through my mind. 10

We soon approached my house and I escorted Rosaline inside,placing her book bag on the couch.11

"My room is downstairs," I said shyly.12

Rosaline nodded and I showed her the way to the basement. We reached the bottom of the stairs and I flicked on the light switch. A golden light filled the room, shining on various materials I had placed down there. I smiled at Rosaline.13

"Wow,strange room. Where's your bed?" she asked.14

"There is no bed Rosaline," I said, my voice getting stronger.15

A confused look crossed her face, soon followed by acknowledgement. She bolted for the door, but I pulled her back and dragged her to the shackles,which were bolted to the wall. She whimpered as I glared at her, holding a paring knife in my right hand.16

"Poor poor Rosaline. Do you believe yourself to be royalty?" I asked.17

She just whimpered and shook her head, crystal tears falling to the dirt floor below. The sight would have broken your heart,as it did mine. But hearts are to be ignored,for there was a job to be done.18

"For too long,people have worshipped you, adored you. Yet you have never truly accepted your position of power. Do you really understand what prances through the minds of people who see you? You act kind and generous to people, yet when their backs are turned, you whine and complain and cry that everyone takes advantage of you. Oh yes, Rosaline. I hear every word you say. I've been watching you for some time," I said to her, seeing her eyes widen in surprise.19

"Please Dylan. I'm sorry," she whispered, "I'll change."20

"NO!" I screamed, "it's too late for that. I will become you and then you'll look up from hell and realize what it is you should have been."21

I took the paring knife and cut a circle around her head, peeling off her face. Her skin popped and made loud squelching noises as skin parted from muscle. I smiled inwardly. 22

From her face I moved to her breasts. I tore her shirt off, revealing those perfect,flawless mounds. I carefully cut my way around each breast as though it were a pear, soft and delicate. Oh how she screamed on that one.23

Rosaline's eyes flailed around wildly, her body tremoring from shock. I giggled at how the queen had fallen so quickly. 24

"Do you believe yourself to be perfect now?" I asked to her bleeding, mutilated form. 25

She gasped in short breathes and her chest heaved as her dying form fought for air. Blood covered her neck and perfect,flat stomach. It dripped from her toes and fingertips like darkened rain. Yet she refused to release. I sighed,realizing that it couldn't possibly be that easy. How could it? She was a queen after all,and queens never go down without a fight.26

I approached her dying body once more and gave her a full-toothed smile,much like the one she used to give. I then picked up a ten-inch carving knife and rammed it into her stomach. I sawed my way around her middle as though it were a huge holiday turkey. Her screams echoed off the walls until she had no breath left. I smiled,gazing at my work.27

I looked around,surveying the "damage." Blood had gathered on the ground,mixing with the dirt to create a kind of paste; entrails lay harem scarem across the ground like bloody,lumpy snakes; Rosaline's face and breasts were placed carefully on a table waiting to be cleaned and attached. A job well done I must say.28

I picked up the face and breasts and walked upstairs. I grabbed some string and some scissors and made my way to the bathroom. I cleaned up the parts,clearing them of all blood. I then cut several small holes on either side of the face and threaded pieces of string through them. I then fitted it over my own face like a mask. I picked up the breasts and cleaned them of blood as well. I placed them in my bra over my own breasts,noticing the enhancement. I smiled at myself and put on my pajamas,climbing into bed.29

The next morning I awoke earlier than usual. I put on my mask and my new breasts and a "Rosaline outfit," which consisted of a short pink skirt,white button up shirt with a black lace bra underneath, and bright strappy sandals. I smiled at my reflection and headed to school.30

"Hey,is that you Dylan?" one of my friend's asked.31

"Are you crazy? I'm Rosaline!" I replied,smiling.32