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was that made him know there was a change, but after sliding the espresso to the girl and giving her a friendly wink, he wondered why he had done it. Did I just wink at her? He thought, and then put it out of his mind as he continued working. He began to talk to everyone that ordered a coffee, and surprisingly they were more than happy to engage him. He spoke to a set of students about the newest video games and he flirted with the single women that dared to give him any attention when he complimented them.
    By the end of the night he was a hit. He had three girl’s contact codes, he’d been invited to join several clubs around school, and his manager had promised him a raise. He was confused as to why he was behaving in the manner he was, but he couldn’t help it. The situation was bizarre and it was as if he sat audience to a show that his physical body was putting on for him.
    It was only when he got home—after having drinks at a local bar with his co-worker, Susan—that he figured it out. The sight of the Japanese pills and the journal reminded him that he was now under the influence of a mysterious drug. He turned on the journal and wrote his first entry into it:
    These pills are amazing, I am not sure what makes them work, but I feel a real confidence that I have never felt in my entire life. It’s weird to type this, but I feel comfortable in my own skin. And people, I’ve always hated people, but now I want to get to know them. I want to like them, and I want them to like me. Today was my best day of college, thanks to this drug. I will keep monitoring my changes and recording it here.
    He took the skin from the tin, and then placed it into the modified applicator. He injected Tricia’s face with the large needle, making sure that the applicator pushed all of the green substance into the plasticine. The device then pulled up a color map for him to select the hue and tone of the new skin. He thought of Mika’s even tan, and then chose one as close to it as he could find. The color was labeled G832, and he recorded it into the applicator and wrote it down. The process would take some time, so he retired to his room and fell asleep while watching an action movie.
    When he woke up and walked out to the table, Tricia had the face of a beautiful, sleeping woman, but the color vanished as it faded into the translucent plasticine, making it appear as if she wore a mask. He found himself staring, as she was striking—in very much the way he intended her to be—and he smiled at his work. He held the bottle of pills triumphantly into the air. He had made the right choice, and in a year’s time Tricia would be a real woman. He popped another set of pills and then headed out to school. He would look into getting a permanent hair transplant for Tricia’s head. Hair would conceal the hatch that held her manual override. It would prove difficult to access in the future, but soon Tricia would be independent, and he could merely ask her to power herself on and off.
    After a few hours had passed with him gone, Tricia turned herself on and walked over to the mirror to see what had been done. She was taken aback by her new face, and poked and prodded it while turning from side to side. She had been practicing how to walk and talk like the females of the world, and to test how well she could blend in with them, and her new face delighted her. She dressed herself in some of Brad’s clothes to hide her plasticine skin, and then put on one of his hats to complete the transformation. She thought that she looked cute, and it made her laugh and cry at how close she was to being free.
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    It happened so fast that Tricia couldn’t find time to react to it.
    Brad burst inside the apartment and locked the door behind him. Then without a word, he walked up to her and everything went black. When she awoke, she found that she didn’t have much room to move about, and everything was dusty, and dark. She could hear a female voice