She scrolled through FaceBook, as bored as she usually was. She was in the middle of another computer science lesson, with the teacher reading their own book as they were tasked to program a small game. Instead of doing what she was supposed to do, she was trying looking at the other girls in her high school on her feed, trying to tell herself why they were better than her. Ada was a 5’4, hispanic/germanic girl with brown hair, wide hips, and 34D breasts. She was 127 pounds, something she measured every single morning, but still didn’t think she was good enough. How could she, when the men around her judged the women around the school mercilessly, and the girls constantly competed with one another?
She was constantly searching for bigger and better treatments, though she’d been tricked plenty of times before. Diet plans that didn’t work, exercise regimens that were supposed to make her prettier and more perfect. Her parents constantly told her how beautiful she was, how they hadn’t raised her to be so obsessed with her own body. She couldn’t help it though, she never thought she was good enough.
She was still scrolling when an ad popped up. She clicked it immediately, completely transfixed. It was a diet pill, and though she had seen diet pill ads many times before, this website was well designed, and eye catching. There were hundreds of testimonials, especially from girls her age, recommending this amazing product. It wasn’t too expensive either, and she would be able to use the funds she saved up from working at summer camp last summer. Perfect. She felt excitement through her body as her heart pounded. If this really worked, if it really did what it promised to do, she would finally have the body she’d always wanted.
It took a couple of weeks to arrive, and she was getting more and more frustrated as she waited. She regularly refreshed the postal tracking, just wishing, praying, that it would arrive.
When it finally did, she removed the unidentifiable package from her mother’s hand, ran up the stairs, and sat with it, mesmerized. Was she going to do this, truly? She could already imagine the way people would stare at her if it worked, how she would be the centre of attention. She read through the instructions quickly, and then chugged some water down before taking the pill.
She was immensely disappointed the next morning when nothing happened. No change in her body, no change in her appearance, not even a slight fluctuation in her weight. Still 127, like she’d been for a year now. Feeling immensely frustrated, she stared at the pill bottle, weighing her options. Yes, she would have to take more. Much, much more.
She took the rest of the pills in the bottle, knowing that if it worked she would be fine with purchasing more, and then headed to school, trying to remove the disappointment from her mind. For the rest of the day, Ada was feeling incredibly itchy. There was something definitely wrong. Itchiness was a side effect in the pamphlet, but it didn’t say it would be this bad. She wanted to scratch herself all over, but only fidgeted in her seat, trying to figure out what was wrong. In the middle of her math lesson, when her crotch and underarms were feeling completely out of control, she raised her hand and asked to go to the bathroom.
She ran over as fast as she could, to the bewildered glance of a couple of her classmates. She ignored them, and slammed the stall door behind her shut as she pulled her pants down and started to scratch at her crotch eagerly. She breathed out a sigh of relief, and finally looked down at it to try to figure out what was wrong. Being hispanic, Ada was always hairier than the other girls, though it didn’t bother her too much as long as she saved and kept herself groomed. But this… this was not normal. She had trimmed a few weeks ago, so needed some more trimming soon, but as she looked down at her crotch, then at her own hand - the one that had done the itching - she realized all the hair was falling out. She brushed more of it aside, and more of it came out, like the roots were completely dead. She unrolled some toilet paper, her heart racing, and cleaned it all up. When she finished, she gaped at it again, realizing that her mound was completely bare. She looked like how she looked before she went through puberty! It was smooth as silk, and looked positively like a virgin. She couldn’t believe it. Was this supposed to happen?
Wait… she removed her shirt and looked at her armpits, rubbing it as well as she scratched it. The hair… the hair was falling off as well, like it had never grown there in the first place. She was properly smooth for the first time since she was a little girl!
Ada sat on the toilet, trying to maneuver through her thoughts. This wasn’t so bad. If this was the only side effect, then she would live with it. It was actually a good thing, she wouldn’t have to shave her armpits anymore! She knew guys liked when girls were completely shaven, so… she nodded, yes. That means the pills were at least doing something.
She cleaned the hair from the bathroom and headed back to the class, almost preppy in her steps. She hadn’t felt this happy in a long time.
She took the bus home as she usually did, and that was when she realized something else was wrong. She moved in her seat, trying to figure it out. The usual strain in her back for carrying her heavy breasts were gone. She reached into her shirt when she knew no one was watching, and gasped. Her breasts… they didn’t fit inside her bra anymore. They weren’t even close to fitting into her bra. She felt them, completely confused. This was not what the pill advertised! She wanted a curvier appearance, not for her beautiful tits to disappear!