oom's walls. The chattering of passers-by
came to an abrupt end, and in its place she could hear the dull murmur
of her parents' old fashioned flatscreen television downstairs.

Looking down at herself, Faye sighed wistfully. At least she'd slipped
out of the unfashionable blazer, blouse, polyester skirt and opaque
black tights of her school uniform. Instead, she was wearing a light
pink spaghetti top over a padded bra--as if _that_ was fooling
anybody--and a blue denim miniskirt, clothes she wouldn't mind actually
being seen in, but that didn't change the fact that the other girls were
right. She _was_ flat-chested.

She reached into her bedside drawer, lifted up a stack of glossy
magazines and pulled out the Digitac disc she'd been too embarrassed to
tell anyone about.

She read the disc's title: _The Kelly Travis Workout Experience_. It
had come free with a packet of cereal, the kind that wasn't covered in
sugar. It was meant to show you that working out at a Kelly Travis gym
wasn't as difficult as you thought it was. Faye ejected the Helen
Fryer disc and tossed it onto the bed next to the player, then slid the
Kelly Travis disc in and pressed play.

Within moments, she was running on a treadmill in front of a full
length mirror. She could smell her own sweat, sharp and strong, but it
didn't matter. Closing her eyes again, she stared at her own face, or
at least the face of a nameless actress, blue eyes staring back at her
from behind a blonde fringe, smiling with determination and the
knowledge that she could push herself further this time. Digitac
actresses almost always smiled. She pushed a few buttons on the
treadmill's keypad, and it beeped in reply as the motor sped up.

Her muscles soon started to ache, but it was worth it. She could feel
every inch of her fully developed and well defined body. Every
footstep filled her with the kind of satisfaction she couldn't get in
real life. She was supple and slender, but not dangerously thin
anymore. She was fully grown, with curves she would do anything to
have in real life.

Without warning, Faye felt a tap on her shoulder. She pressed the stop
button on the player again and opened her eyes.

"Your father and I would like to have a word with you when you're
ready." Her mother was standing by the bed, looking down at her.

"What did I do?" protested Faye.

"It's nothing like that."

Faye squinted up at her mother, shielding her eyes from the