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Stephen ignored her demands, his expression hardening. "I don’t think you’re in a position to make any demands, Lacey. You need me to survive here. I can provide food, water, shelter. Without me, you wouldn’t last a day."
Lacey's lips curled into a sneer. "Do you know who I am, Stephen?" she hissed. "I'm Lawrence Abbott, one of the wealthiest men on the planet. Do you really think I need you for survival? I don't need you!" she spat angrily, her long blonde hair whipping around as she turned her back to him, her new curves swaying slightly as she walked away.
Stephen chuckled darkly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Suit yourself, sweetheart. But remember, this isn’t some vacation resort. This is survival. When you’re starving and thirsty, you’ll come crawling back. We'll see how well you do without my help."
'I'll show him,' she thought, teeth gritted as she marched toward the dense jungle. 'I don't need his help. I don't need anyone's help!'
As Lacey pushed through the thick foliage, her frustration only grew. She stumbled over roots, her once-strong legs now feeling weak and uncoordinated in her new form. The branches scratched at her exposed skin, her torn clothes hanging awkwardly off her new, smaller frame. Her large breasts bounced painfully with every step, the weight of them pulling her forward. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the task at hand: finding food and water. 'I can't believe this,' she thought, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of her eyes. 'I can't believe this is happening to me!'
Lacey's new body felt unfamiliar and awkward as she stormed off down the beach. She was acutely aware of the way her hips swayed more than they ever had before, the weight of her breasts shifting uncomfortably with each step. 'God, this is humiliating,' she thought, gritting her teeth. 'When we get home, Stephen's fired. And not only that, I'll ruin his life. I'll destroy him!'