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    I was no lo nger a virgin; that was for sure. And as a testament to that, I was still sore, I realized as I lifted my leg to slip the pants on.
    Brice…that fucker…
    Shit! Another pound… At least that one was worth it.
    I pushed the nasty thoughts aside , turning my concentration back to dressing. Not only had the witch cleaned my arm and dressed my cut, but she’d cleaned my body as well. My skin felt as if it had been scrubbed by a dozen tiny brushes, tingling and smelling of lavender I noticed as I pulled the tank top over my head. The clothes fit like a glove. I was almost sure the button on the jeans wasn’t going to button, but the zipper slid up with ease, holding without the slightest bit of strug gle from me. The tag read size two. At three hundred and fifty-three pounds, I wa sn’t even sure if I’d ever worn a size two in anything except maybe diapers as a baby .
    My eyes closed briefly as I stepped in front of the mirror, a whoosh of breath escaping as I tossed my hai r playfully, taking in the new me .
    Shit… If being skinny made me look this good, I’d just become a hardcore junkie.

Chapter 5:
    Campus was beyond empty. My first stop was at the student book store. Bright yellow sandals –branded with the letters ASU-were all they had available in the way of shoes. I was surprised to find that my feet had shrunk from a nine and a half down to a size seven and a half. I hadn’t even know n it was possible to lose weight in your feet. Sandals in hand I carried them to the long line of students waiting to sell back this past year’s text books.
    When I was fat I ’d always got ten stares. Today I thought the stares would be directed at my obviously bare feet instead of my body for once , but a few cat calls and whistles later, I lifted my eyes from my toes to look around. I was used to trying to blend in, but already I’d forgotten that with this new body…I might as well be a flashing neon sign. Two guys on my right pretended to hover at the keychain rack, both of them with their phones pointed in my direction.
    They were taking pictures! I realized as I heard the quiet click of a camera shudder, both of them giving each other high fives as they exchanged phones. A guy on my left was blatantly staring, his eyes glued to my braless breasts.
    Next up…Walmart.
    “ Like moths to a flame…” a voice behind me murmured, warm breath tickling my bare shoulder s .
    I turned slightly, my breath holding a s I met a set of beautiful sky blue eyes. He was almost a head taller than I was…which was tall. I was 5’8’’ bare foot and yet the top of my head only came just past his shoulder s. Broad hips shifted slightly, and I noticed the nat ural flex of muscles in his arms, my gaze traveling lower to his tanned legs.
    “ E …excuse me,” I whispered, my mouth suddenly dry as I looked back up a him, heat filling my cheeks.
    Without a mirror as my guide, it was hard to remind myself that I was beautiful, skinny Evelyn now. My mind was still reacting as if I were fat .
    “I’m Jeremy…” he introduced himself, shifting his stack of books from one arm to the other before extending his right hand to me.
    “I’m…” I paused, hating for the millionth time in my life that my mother had named me Evelyn. It sounded so old…and…fat! “Eve…” I forced out, the corner of my mouth pulling into a Voila kind of smile as my tongue tested the nickname for the first time.
    “Eve…” he repeated after me, a look of surprise in his features for an instant when he took the fingers I offered. “Pleasure is mine,” he laughed, brushing his lips across three of my knuckles in a kiss.
    Ho-ly Shit!
    “Jeremy, as in Jeremy ‘JBird’ Fuller… You’re the point guard for Alabama State…NBA bound…Olympic hopeful…”
    “Whoah…yeah…that’s me…” he grinned and I almost swooned.
    Did people still swoon?
    “I’m sorry…I just did…well I mean…my friend just did an article on your