“So, like, what’s this “totally funnest thing ever” you wanna talk about?” Samus asked, raising a painted eyebrow at the surprise that Cassie had hyped up in their group chat in the morning, using significantly more emojis than usual. The girls had gathered at their usual cafe, and it seemed that Cassie was the only one in the know, being their go-to social expert and the one with all the contacts. While Jessie was the only major addition to Cassie’s friend circle in the last year, the sociable girl made friends easily and seemed to know just about anybody they needed short of actual celebrities.
Cassie giggled. “Try to guess!”
Samus pondered it. What was the best thing that Jessie Hale would want? Logically it had to be something that Cassie could arrange and was more exciting than their usual routine of clubbing, drinking, shopping, going to the beach, and general partying. Or maybe it was one of those things on steroids. Maybe she’d appear too clever for her party girl image if she got it on the first try. Samus used the most brainpower she’d used in the last three months to try to puzzle this one out. The nice thing about hanging out with a bunch of mostly dim girls was that it never demanded much effort from herself, she could just say the first thing that came to mind and it’d be either right or appropriate for its context. Even if she sounded a bit ditzy that was just in character.
“It’s... “ Samus tried to figure out what the thing she was expected to say would be, and settled on what she genuinely wanted. “You got us into the new season of Harem Hotel!”
Her eyes sparkled in the moment that it might have been a real possibility, and Cassie panicked a little, having obviously set the bar too high.
“No, not that!” Cassie waved her hands frantically before the idea could fully process in the other, slower girls’s minds. “Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten your expectations that high.”
Cassie looked slightly deflated as Samus let her disappointment show through on her face, Samus immediately regretting not going for a more down to earth option.
“Cassie wouldn’t have been able to keep that a secret.” Daisy laughed, breaking the ice. “She’d, like, have already posted about it by the time they finished telling her. You’d hear about it from the boys at the bar first!”
“Yeah, I’d be like, oh my gawd ‘n stuff if that happened.” Samus agreed.
“Like, just tell us already!” Ashley seemed pumped up for anything new and exciting as usual, and the expression of anticipation was the same on all of the girls’s faces. Literally the same, Samus couldn’t help but notice as the girls were starting to look a lot more similar to each other as they consistently made themselves prettier via gene splices. Ashley and Krissi were pretty hard to tell apart besides their hair and bodies and Krissi using more makeup-style splices, and from the nose down Daisy had modelled herself taking cues from her friends. But that was just a side-effect of being really beautiful, Samus mentally shrugged without paying much mind to it. Great minds thought alike after all.
“Alright, here it is.” Cassie recovered, pausing dramatically. “We got invited to Jenni Martini’s big housewarming party! She’s throwing the biggest party this year ‘cause she’s moving here to stay, and everybody ever is gonna be there!”
There was a round of excited babbling from the girls as Cassie broke out into a wide grin, although Samus’ expression froze on her face. The Jenni Martini? The galaxy’s queen of partying? The very Jenni Martini who she had been forced into bodyguarding through her inane parties and absurdly self-indulgent lifestyle? Samus still had memories of the nightmare that was keeping an eye on her as she invited hundreds of guests to her ostentatious events then tried to sleep her way through most of the male population of wherever she stayed, a galactic tour of the universe’s hottest spots regardless of how much of a pain it was for her.
Samus didn’t have a single good memory of the experience. From what Samus recalled, Jenni was a vain, self-absorbed, absurdly irresponsible brainless daddy’s girl who didn’t care what the damage was and who had to clean it up as long as she made a splash. When her contract had ended Samus had resolved to never so much as enter the same solar system as her in her life, and although she had loosened up a lot since then, the scars were fresh in her mind. She had been the whole reason she needed this extended vacation in the first place, and now she was invited to her dumb party?!
“So, how’d you get the invites?” Samus carefully asked Cassie, by this point not quite as thoughtful about keeping her emotions from showing on her face, and it was obvious that Jessie was the odd woman out when it came to enthusiasm.
“Well, she said she was telling everybody she knew on Zathor-4 when she was gonna arrive after she bought her mansion.” Cassie explained. “I’ve known her for a long time, so I was one of the first to get the news. Besides her 980 million followers, anyway.”
“You know Jenni Martini?” Samus asked Cassie incredulously.
“Yeah,” the pretty blonde blushed, somewhat embarrassed. “We went to the Andromeda Academy for Young Women when we were younger. She transferred out before we graduated though. I haven’t really hung out with her in years, but we still message each other sometimes.”
“Like, I know her too,” Ashley chimed in. “Or kinda at least. I partied with her a couple times last year.”
“She’s really nice and really fun,” Cassie said with a nostalgic smile. “...Even if she isn’t the deepest person to talk to.”
Samus knew Cassie well enough to know that was her friend’s polite way of calling someone dumb and shallow. From the one time she met the girl back when Mr. Martin hired Samus as a bodyguard, she recalled a tiny, absurdly curvy blonde who was almost perpetually drunk and looked like her clothing was mere moments from falling off of her. Not content for her tacky taste to be confined to the physical realm, she had legally changed her name at some point from Jennifer Martin to Jenni Martini, the very idea of which made Samus want to die when she had been corrected the first time she met her and had called her by her original full name. She had changed it because “it was fun and made her sound like a star”, which was even now the most vapid thing Samus had ever heard. It made Ashley look like a philosopher by comparison.
“You’re nice and fun,” Samus said to Cassie in an affectionate tone, searching for a way out. “The five of us have got a good thing going. Do we really wanna party with her?”
Samus’s question was punctuated with Krissi’s phone getting a notification. “Oh wow,” she gasped. “Like, according to Star Watch, Brandi W. from Harem Hotel is going to Jenni’s party!”
“What?!?!?” Samus gaped in shock as all the women at the table focused on the curvy brunette frantically scrolling a gossip article on her phone.
“So, like, apparently Jenni and Brandi are old friends from college or whatever, so she’s supposed to go to Jenni’s party too,” Krissi grinned in excitement as her green eyes looked back up at the group.
“We have to go to this party,” Samus declared, the excitement of ten thousand fangirls squealing in delight in her heart.
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If Jenni hadn’t announced her party, Samus was pretty sure that she would have at least heard it. The music was pounding loud enough to be heard from a mile away and the mansion itself was lit up by a christmas tree, with all the glitz and glamour that Samus would have expected out of their ostentatious heiress. Directions were unnecessary when one could simply follow the noise, but had Samus stayed home that night she had no doubt that she would have been blasted by light and sound even from her soundproofed penthouse apartment.
The modestly sized mansion was located on a hill overlooking the always busy Zathor-4 beach, the few nighttime swimmers scared off by their tranquil night being replaced with a parade as some of the party spilled out from the house down to the beach simply from sheer overpopulation. By the time Samus and her friends had arrived the mansion’s enormous foyer picked specifically for the huge parties Jenni planned on throwing on a regular basis was crammed so full you couldn’t squeeze past without grinding against a bubble butt or some boy’s crotch, Samus quickly acclimatising to the fact that her breasts were going to be squished against something or other for most of her stay.
Despite all of the ingredients being there to be the party to end all parties, Samus was not in a remotely good mood. She had gone into the party with high spirits despite her apprehensive attitude, but when she arrived and realised to her horror that Star Watch was wrong and it was in fact Brandi T who was picking up boys by mentioning that she was voted, like, sixth most desirable girl in Harem Hotel, what was left of her good mood evaporated in an instant. She was just glad that she wore high enough heels for her shortened stature to be allowed to peek out over the smaller heads in the crowd.
So far, Samus glumly summarised, the night wasn’t going so well. The group had managed to remain glued together long enough to meet Jenni directly, Cassie introducing the newer members to the chipper hostess, but Samus could barely hear the bimbo houseowner over the deafening noise. She remembered Jenni making some friendly motion towards her as Cassie gestured at her, but no real intimate contact had happened yet. After that the group had rapidly dispersed, leaving Samus on her lonesome as Cassie whipped out her phone and began to meticulously document her night, Daisy latched onto the side of a cute guy and didn’t let go, Krissi managed to find a relatively high concentration of girls to chat with, and Ashley simply let herself go with the flow as at least four men tried to hit on her at once. With no clear goal or desires, Samus was pushed this way and that, wondering why she had even showed up to begin with.
She looked for the pool, eagerly seeking an escape from the chaos. Her initial plan was to make for the pool, having been informed in advance and worn a bikini, the straps of the bottom visible thanks to her hip-hugging denim short-shorts. Unfortunately by the time she found it the generous sized pool was already packed with people, boys frolicking with girls while every edge of the rim had some boobs pressed against it as well-endowed women flirted with men from the side. There was simply no room for one more, particularly as several drunken houseguests began to fall in.
With nowhere to go, Samus was pulled back into the crowd, Samus simply giving up altogether. It didn’t take long until she ended up exactly where she didn’t want to be: accidentally making eye contact with the hostess herself. It seemed like she was the one person that Jenni hadn’t had a chat with yet, and she could already see her homing in on her. Great. Just what she needed. Samus tried to hide her distaste as Jenni approached her again. This party may have been great, but that didn’t mean the hostess was. What the hell was even the point in coming to this bimbo’s insane mansion if she wouldn’t get to meet the right Brandi from Harem Hotel?
“Like, you’re one of Cassie’s friends, right?” Jenni asked Samus, trying to mentally place a woman she’d met an hour ago. “Jelly or something?”
“Jessie,” Samus said curtly.
“Jessi! Like, that was it,” Jenni giggled. Somehow, Samus could tell that the airhead had dropped the “e” when she said it. “I’ll totally ‘member that cuz it’s, like, totally almost my name.”
Oh right, Samus suddenly remembered. Her identity as Jessie Hale was all because she’d caught herself at the last second from using the idiot party girl’s name as her cover story almost a year ago. She never thought she’d actually see the girl when she did that, but she supposed it could be worse. Jessie Hale had a pretty good life and it was all thanks to this girl’s lack of impulse control being an inspiration to Samus.
“I guess that means it’ll be easy for me to remember your name too,” Samus joked, trying to be semi-polite for Cassie’s sake.
The shorter girl blinked in confusion for a moment before bursting out into a fit of giggles. “Oh-Em-Gee that is, like, too funny Jessi.”
“Thanks, I try,” Samus said while turning on her heel to find somewhere else to be in this enormous mansion.
“Oooh, are those the new Diamonds & Glitter pumps?” Jenni asked in an excited tone as Samus began to leave, causing her to stop in her tracks. “Aren’t they super cute? We, like, totally match.”
Looking over her shoulder, Samus was stunned to realize that sure enough, she and Jenni were wearing the same bright pink 5 inch stilettos that were only released last week.
“They’re one of my favorite brands,” Samus said, getting an odd feeling as she gave the ditzy heiress another look.
“Mine too!” Jenni giggled. “But they’re, like, not as cool as Le Blanche! I totally have, like, their entire spring collection in my closet.”
“Oh my god, me too!” Samus said, grinning despite herself. None of her other girlfriends were as into Le Blanche as her, so this was weirdly exciting for her.
“Woah,” Jenni gasped, stars in her empty blue eyes. “Okay, so, like, let’s play a game, Jessi. On the count of, like, three name your favorite brand of makeup. Totally don’t even think about it, just do it.”
Intrigued, Samus nodded.
“Like, one, two, three…”
“GlamGirl!” both women called out at the same time, to their mutual shock.
“Favorite reality TV show, besides Harem Hotel?” Samus asked, growing more curious by the moment how much she and Jenni had in common.
“Real Housewives of Rigel 7!” the girls both said in unison.
“Favorite cast member on this season of Harem Hotel,” Jenni asked with a look that almost passed for calculating on her doll-like face.
Samus knew this would be it. There was no way that a woman who invited that skank Brandi T. to her party could ever like Brandi W. This question would kill their new friendship in the cradle, and relieve Samus of any fears that she and this bimbo could ever have anything in common.
“Brandi W!!!!” both girls shouted in enthusiasm.
“Wait what?!” Samus gaped in shock. “How?!?!”
“Like, Brandi W. was so cool and so hot,” Jenni giggled. “She totally shouldda won the Harem Hunk. What kinda idiot proposes to Bunny B. over Brandi W?”
“Then why is Brandi T. here?” Samus asked in an accusatory tone.
“Well, duh, like me n’ Brandi use'ta party together before she got all famous n’ junk,” Jenni giggled. “But, like, don’t tell her that I totally wanted Brandi W. to win.”
“...did we just become best friends?” Samus asked, equal parts shocked and excited to find a kindred spirit in such an unexpected place.
“Totally!” the curvy heiress squealed in glee, pulling Samus into a tight hug.
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After that amazing night, Jenni easily became part of the gang. She and Cassie picked up like the near decade of time since they’d last been close hadn’t happened and formed fast friendships with Ashley, Krissi, and Daisy, but with Samus most of all.
The two tan, ultra curvy blondes were so perfectly in sync on all the important things in life, fashion, music, celebrity gossip, that they really did become best friends almost instantly. Samus couldn’t believe she’d ever been so dismissive of such a cool, fun girl.
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“Jenni sure is late.” Krissi noted, the group gathered for their usual brunch after having run out of topics to chat about. They had invited Jenni on Samus’ recommendation, but even after giving her a generous amount of time she was still nowhere to be seen.
“I guess famous people have more to worry about than us commoners.” Daisy sighed, already on her second drink.
“Hey, Jenni isn’t like that.” Samus said defensively. “You know her, I’m sure she’s just, like, taking too long to do her makeup ‘n stuff.”
“Didn’t mean to insult your new BFF, Jess.” Daisy half-heartedly apologised, being the most impatient one of the group. She liked Jenni and all, but a third airhead after Ashley and Krissi was a bit much to put up with, particularly if she wasn’t ready to put the group first. “But we could, like, already be at the beach by now if it wasn’t for her, y’know? She should at least text us if she’s gonna be late.”
“Actually, she says she should be here any second now.” Cassie said, not looking up from the phone she had been tapping steadily away at since it became obvious that Jenni wouldn’t be there any time soon. True to her word, the girls didn’t have to wait long before Jenni’s stacked figure was visible in the doorway.
“I’m sooooooo sorry I’m late!” Jenni apologised, the girls staring at her. She was wearing an enormous sunhat with an extra wide brim, huge sunglasses, and a bright pink t-shirt that screamed for attention with “if you want ‘em, pay for ‘em” emblazoned on her chest and denim shorts. It gave the impression that Jenni somehow wanted to be inconspicuous, but instead looked like a pathetic attempt by a celebrity to hide from the paparazzi.
“Sorry, I, like, didn’t know what to wear. I didn’t wanna, like, stand out, you know?” Jenni apologised.
“Girl, everything you’re wearing is designer.” Cassie pointed out, Jenni gasping in shock, looking over to Samus for support. Samus sadly shook her head, Jenni looking despondent.
“After I got up early ‘an everything…” Jenni moaned. “You told me to, like, not make a scene, but it’s really hard being me, ya know?”
“Well, at least you tried!” Krissi offered. “I know what it’s like being gorgeous, you’re gonna, like, be the center of attention no matter what.”
“No way they’d look at me when you guys’re around. You’re all so hot, if I cover up a little they won’t notice me.” Jenni said, with no hint of false flattery in her voice despite her ridiculous line. It seemed that she genuinely believed that if she downplayed her presence, she’d be overshadowed by the other girls.
Daisy laughed when she realised it, then sighed again. It was hard to stay mad at this girl. It reminded her of how Jessie would occasionally say something silly and odd and a bit overly self-conscious, but ultimately meant well.
“That only works if they can’t recognise you!” Daisy pointed out. “So let’s get going already before they do!”
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“...and I was like, omigawd girl, that dress so does not go with your shoes! And she was like, omigawd Jessie, you’re soooo right, you’re so smart! And then she, like, took off her jacket so that everybody would look at her boobs instead, and I was like, oh-em-gee!”
Samus babbled out her stream of consciousness over her last meeting with Ashley while pressed against the shoulder of a man who was only barely listening, sounding utterly brainless and vapid in the process. All perfectly calculated, of course.
“Hey, are you listening?” Samus pouted, knowing perfectly well that he wasn’t.
“I’m listening, babe.” He smiled as he replied.
“Maybe you’ll listen to these!” Samus smugly pulled off her own slim jacket, revealing a cleavage-rich boob tube that was barely above a bra, and drank in the look on his face as he realised he had a real slut on his hands. Hook, line, and sinker. Based on her experiences with Jenni, Samus found that it was even easier to attract men when they thought she had the brain of a goldfish, and had taken to imitating her speech patterns. It was quite easy to, as all she had to do was put half as much effort into constructing a sentence as she usually did.
Manipulating these boys was so easy thanks to her hot body and clever wits. Over time, Samus had started to feel like she could do anything she wanted thanks to how attractive she was, and it only became easier the more beautiful she made herself. After that it just came down to how smart she was with her flirting and seduction routine, and she was pretty sure that she was easily roping in the most men out of her group short of Jenni. All thanks to her carefully cultivated persona of Jessie Hale.
But as Samus knew, the real her wasn’t some cheap slut who could naturally act like a materialistically-obsessed bimbo, it was all a carefully calculated act to act just like the sluts that these boys desired. And it was so easy since she didn’t have to exaggerate much about herself to reach it. She really did have a talent for it. Would she take this one back to the bathroom for a quick blowjob? She was feeling a bit horny tonight, so maybe she’d just get him to take her home this time. That was what Jessie wanted, so Samus let her have it. Jessie got what Jessie wanted, after all.
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Check it out, you’re famous!
Samus was busy relaxing on the bright pink covers of her bed with her curly mass of hair contained in a towel after a shower browsing some fashion and celebrity gossip sites on her phone when she received a mysterious, cheeky text message from Cassie with a link attached to it. Samus was curious, figuring that if she really had suddenly exploded onto the celebrity scene that Cassie would have made a bigger deal out of it, so she kept her hopes low. Samus opened the link Cassie attached, sending her instantly to a tackily formatted article from a trashy tabloid site with no journalistic integrity whatsoever, the type that Samus adored browsing. Sure they were a little exaggerated, but it was way more fun than boring regular news sites.
The article was, unsurprisingly, not about her. It was instead about Jenni, the site desperately attempting to spin a normal day out as exciting exclusive new pics of the glamourous Jenni Martini. Most were bikini shots or photos taken of Jenni from a distance while she was shopping, but the headlining photo was of her in her ridiculous attempt at a disguise while chatting with Jessie. Almost disappointingly, it made not a single mention of Jessie or her friends, the lot of them being mere background props. Sure, Samus made a weak concession to the fact that she didn’t really want to get a ton of media attention, but… to be honest, if anybody recognised her at this point she’d give them a medal. She hadn’t spent almost a year crafting Jessie Hale’s image for nothing, after all, and she seriously doubted that anybody was going to be looking for her here after all this time, let alone hanging out with Jenni Martini of all people. Samus would never do something like that.
Samus huffed at the mere idea of the article. For one thing, she disliked the distant voyeuristic bent of the photos and articles, particularly the one taken of her frolicking on the beach. Did they think Jenni was trying to hide in her daringly skimpy bikini? She lived for attention! They could have just gone up to her and asked for her to give them a sexy pose and a closeup of her cleavage. The only reason why she had made her adorably weak attempt at covering herself up was that Cassie and the gang didn’t want to be bothered during their girls day out. Then again, Cassie was the type to take photos of herself, her food, her friends, and document every vaguely interesting part of her day and make sure that her legions of followers on various social media, so she probably wasn’t bothered by the idea of ending up on some rag’s daily clickbait. Cassie might’ve otherwise been the most humble of the group, but she was pretty sure that she was one of those people who looked themselves up every now and then. Good thing Samus wasn’t that vain.
u thnk ill get a movie deal?????? Samus sarcastically sent back with a handful of surprise emojis, the galaxy’s finest reinforced glass, the result of billions in galactic credits in creating the most durable consumer-grade material possible, being put to good use as her inch long nails constantly tapped and scraped against it without so much as a scuff mark after months of punishment.
Despite her low opinion of the article, Samus couldn’t help but admire the attention she drew. People really wanted to see where she was and what she was doing, they really did care about her daily life like Samus loved hearing about what her own favourite celebrities were up to.Samus had never thought much of her celebrity status in the bounty hunting world, since it mostly just meant that people either feared and avoided her, or looked up to her as a role model. Samus had always tried to be a decent role model, which was probably why her life had been so boring until she introduced herself to Jessie Hale. Jessie was a lot more exciting, so she’d make a much better celebrity for the common man, so she felt like she might not have minded if Jessica Hale’s name had been in that headline too.. If people were interested in Jenni on a large scale, and interested in lower-key girls like Cassie on a small scale, they might be interested in her too.
Maybe she’d have to think about making that Galaxigram account that Cassie kept bugging her about...
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“What do you think, doc?” Samus asked, flexing her now noticeably shorter legs after waking up particularly early, early enough that the good Dr. Johnson got an eyeful of the new 5’5 Jessie Hale. Spending time with the significantly shorter Jenni had started to tickle the itch to do something fun with herself again, and she had been wanting to reduce her height again for a while. The way she got to look up at average men even with high heels on seemed like such fun, so she just couldn’t resist. She was just below average height now, which would probably be a problem with her power suit, but Samus was sure that she could just about manage it if she put some high heels onto her zero suit. To be honest, fitting into her power suit was about the last thing on her mind right now. Instead, it was about getting some instant gratification from the immediate closest male.
“Exactly as you specified, Miss. Hale.” Dr. Johnson said without even looking at her with his usual cold, indifferent tone, which once again got a pout out of her. Leave it to the doc to be the one guy who made her feel like she wasn’t remotely striking despite all of her hard work. Was he getting his jollies only while she was asleep, pretending not to care once she woke up? Or did he just not care at all? Samus just didn’t get it. No matter how sexily she posed, that man’s face just didn’t so much as twitch, baffling Samus with how used she was to turning heads wherever she went. She would forgive him if he didn’t care while she was limp and lifeless, but what kind of red blooded man could remain so stone-faced once she was live and lithe?
"I don't get it” Samus complained to the receptionist over the counter, who herself had obviously had some work done lately. Her blouse was starting to look strained with a pair of healthy D-cups, and that crooked smile of hers had been straightened out into something much more attractive, with much fuller, kissable lips. It was a great first impression to have a real doll working the counter, Samus felt, and she was happy that the nice young girl working the reception could imitate some of her success with the boys now that she had done it. And if the boobjob didn’t help, or the tastefully light application of makeup that she had started using, that big ass that was sticking out of her pencil skirt certainly would.
Although, Samus realised as she was starting to look up at the averagely sized receptionist thanks to her shortening procedure, she kind of wished that she had chatted with her getting to look down on her cleavage like the average man would for the true effect. Then again, their average clientele were rich women of a more average height like Samus currently was, so maybe instead the receptionist should unbutton her blouse even further to give more petite customers a better view of the goods But enough about Dolly, Samus assigning her a nickname given that she had never actually asked for her name, right now it was Jessie time.
“No matter what I do, he acts like I just asked him what the weather is. Can you believe it?” Samus continued to whine, Dolly proving empathetic to being ignored by men and lending her ear. Samus continued.
“Am I not his type? There's no way that I could not be someone's type. I mean, have you seen me? Because apparently he hasn't!"
Dolly smiled and laughed softly, Samus not seeing what was so funny. This was a serious issue! Samus refused to believe that there was a man alive who didn't find her hot, no matter how many beautiful women he had personally created and got to see naked all the time.
"Give it to me straight." Samus asked her gravely, her usual carefree tone drained from her voice. "Is Dr. Johnson gay?"
Dolly broke out into a giggling fit, her new boobs jiggling gently as her hands shot up to cover her pleasantly plump lips, revealing that she had started using nail polish as well.
"You're so funny, Miss Hale!" Dolly said when she finished giggling, the more genuine type than the vapid sound that escaped Samus and most of her friends' lips. "It's not that you're not stunning, it's just that Dr. Johnson works on a lot of women who get similar treatments to yourself, and he's told me before that his ideal of beauty matches what he creates. To be honest, it's the personalities that are the problem. He’s actually really nice if you get to know him."
"Like, that makes sense, I guess." Samus begrudgingly admitted under the condition that it wasn't her fault. The type of woman who came to these places was definitely bitchy and had more money than brains, not to mention being vain and self-obsessed. Samus wasn't anything like them of course, but she could see why he would be jaded...
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“Jessie! Jessie, over here!” Jenni cheerfully flagged Samus down at one of her house parties, the party animal taking a break from chatting up boys for some girl talk for a particularly hot tall blonde. Samus stopped flirting for a second and casually shoved her empty glass into some random partygoer’s hands to follow her friend’s call. Samus usually dropped what she was doing if Jenni signalled her, since whatever she was doing was usually more interesting than whatever Samus could come up with. It wasn’t long before Samus was staring down whoever this woman was that Jenni seemed to want her to meet, wondering where she had seen her before. She was impeccably dressed in Le Blanche’s latest fashion, maybe perhaps a little too latest. Was that dress even on shelves yet?
“Oh my gawd, we totally match!” Jenni suddenly said, breaking Samus’ concentration as she realised that the two of them were now on eye level after Samus’ latest treatment. Jenni emphasised this by brushing the top of Samus’ curly hair, bringing her hand over to her own head to show that they were completely even “This is sooooo cute, we’re like twins!”
“Only because your heels are totally huge, Jenni.” Samus pointed out, pointing at Jenni’s platform heels, while she herself was wearing a more modest pair, more interested in making the height difference obvious than wearing tall heels. Jenni was even shorter than Daisy, and Samus could kiss the idea of even remotely squeezing into her suit goodbye if she went that far, as cute as it was. Jenni giggled over her mistake, then remembered why she had brought Jessie over in the first place.
“Anyway, Debbie, this is Jessie. Jessie, this is Debbie!” Jenni put the two shoulder to shoulder, Samus staring up at the busty, leggy blonde. She was definitely sure that she had seen her somewhere before. Debbie, it was? Samus devoted more brainpower than she was recently accustomed to to sift through her memories and place the woman.
“Debbie as in Deborah? As in Deborah Ernest?” Samus asked, already feeling silly for having to ask. She was wrong, of course. There was no way that somebody that famous could be here next to-
“The one and only.” ‘Debbie’ said cooly, Samus turning and staring with wide eyes. No way! It couldn’t be! Deborah was Le Blanche’s top model, perpetually wearing the hottest outfits and doing the biggest shoots for god knows how many years, propped up by a combination of natural beauty and constant gene splices to keep herself ageless.
“Oh-em-gee oh-em-gee oh-em-gee-” Samus babbled, grabbing Jenni and pointing her head away. “What is she doing here?”
“Whaddaya mean?” Jenni looked confused. “Debbie always comes over after this season’s shoot.”
Once again acting like it was no big deal reminded Samus that she and Jenni really lived in different worlds, as for all Samus and her circle’s riches and carefree living, they never quite sprung out onto the galactic stage like Jenni had. Maybe this was her chance to make a good first impression!
“H-h-h-hello! I love your work!” Samus said, totally starstruck by the minor celebrity that she had spent almost a year staring at while picking out her own outfits. It was surreal to see somebody like her in public! Samus was only used to politicians, military leaders, and other famous figures in the bounty hunting world coming face to face with her, which was way less exciting than Le Blanche’s most popular model.
“Anyway, like I said, Jessie here totally wants to break into modelling.”
“I do?” Samus said dumbly before realising that Deborah could hear her and saw that the model was already starting to appraise her.
“You said you wanted to be a model, right?” Jenni tilted her head slightly.
“No that was just, like-” Samus gasped, remembering offhandedly bragging to Jenni after her treatment that she was hot enough to go pro. “I mean, maybe…?”
God, this was sooooo embarrassing, Deborah must hear this all the time! Still, Samus wouldn’t exactly mind if she took her seriously for some reason.
“Hmm, you’ve definitely got a good chest. Good shoulders too.” Deborah began to look Samus over as the now tiny girl attempted to avoid going full fangirl. “You’ve got the waist and hips for it too.”
Samus’ heart rose, then immediately fell. Just those? Not the face? A beautiful face was important for modelling too, right? Oh my god, was she ugly? Did she not stand out? No, of course she was plain by model standards, after all, she hadn’t even really done any big splices to it like her friends. God, she was dumb! Were her thighs lacking too? She hadn’t mentioned those either, after all. What should she have done instead to impress her?
“See, told ya!” Jenni said proudly, totally oblivious to Samus’ internal panic. “Jessie could totally be, like, main page if she wanted!”
Samus had expected the discussion to go on longer, but it seemed that it was just a passing topic for the two of them, and the topic quickly changed to what male model Deborah was dating that week. Calm down Jessie, Samus tried to control her breathing and play it cool. She was just overthinking things. Samus was beautiful and she knew it, Deborah was just focusing on things from a fashion standpoint, where you needed the right body to show off what you were wearing. She was just probably pretty enough that it didn’t need saying, it wasn’t like there was any chance that she was actually some kind of butter-face.
...But what if she was?
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“Okay Jessie, you’re ready for the bigtime.” Samus psyched herself up in the bathroom mirror, triple checking her makeup. There were lights and there were cameras, but Samus wasn’t quite sure if she was truly ready for the action at this movie premiere. Even just a month earlier right before she met Jenni, she could never have pictured herself at such a glamorous event, even with her occasional bit o' imagining herself hitting the bigtime and maybe becoming some famous actress.
Sure, she was just an invited guest of an invited guest at the premiere of what people with no taste called “just another schlocky romantic comedy by a hack director with a leading lady who couldn’t act to save her life”, but it was the closest she’d get to walking down the red carpet and she’d be damned if she screwed it up. Samus had been given a week to prepare since Jenni offhandedly mentioned to the group that she had gotten an invite from an old friend to attend her movie’s premiere, although she had been confused that she was the only one to snap up the offer when it was open to all of them.
“Sorry, I have a date that day!” Ashley had said, despite having mentioned just minutes earlier that she had broken up with her old boyfriend, or merely one of them by the sound of it.
“If I go I’ll miss my appointment at the clinic, and I refuse to have my picture taken before these babies are at least two cup sizes bigger and I lose an inch off this waist!” Krissi had steadfastly insisted. Samus turned to Cassie with hopeful eyes, sure that at the very least Cassie wouldn’t miss such an exciting event.
“Actually, it’s opening on the same day as the sequel to that action movie my boyfriend wants to see, so I’m gonna have to pass.” Cassie proved uncharacteristically indifferent towards what usually would have been a good chance to boost her followers. Then again she had been going steady with her boyfriend for a while and Cassie wasn’t big on romantic comedies in the first place, so Samus didn’t blame her for picking his dick over the movie’s debut.
“Gabbie Diaz is hot, but her performance was, like, totally lacking in her previous role, and I’m totes not impressed with the directing choices on ‘Be My Sunshine,’ which was the director’s last work.” Daisy told her, expertly researched on the movie world as always, but even a movie buff like her seemed indifferent.. “Plus, she has like, no chemistry with Cameron Rodriguez, even if he’s a total hunk who could like, steal my heart any day. Gonna be a pass from me too, Jess.”
“What? I liked his last movie.” Samus had protested. “You should at least give it a chance.”
“If the critics like it I’ll just watch it, but I don’t wanna go to the pictures just to see it, ya know?” Daisy.
“Critics suck, they don’t like anything good.” Samus declared, once again getting herself into a huff over those pretentious critics who never had anything nice to say about the movies she liked. “I’ll tell you if it was good or not when I get back.
“Yeah, but your taste can be a little…” Daisy decided to be kind and trail off there with a smile that one would give to a small ch1ld. “Well, it’s nice that you can enjoy most movies, right Jess?”
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“What did she even mean by that? My taste is awesome.” Samus grumbled, teasing her hair with her hands a little. Her curls had gotten pretty long over the months, with only routine trims to keep them in shape and more effort put into keeping it long and pretty, but for the premiere Samus had decided she needed a little extra. She had gone into the clinic to have her hair grown out as well as exaggerated, and her curls as a result with the help of the hair lengthening and strengthening treatment were large, extremely curly ringlets, designed to cover her shoulders and flow down to the small of her back like a cape. It was a striking look, given that it combined sheer length with sheer volume.
Samus liked the look, although she still had some doubts about it. It was glamourous, but maybe it was a bit much. It was time to start thinking about trying a different hairstyle, she had stuck with her curly locks for long enough. But now was no time for self-doubt, so Samus shelved the idea for now. Of course, Samus hadn’t gone in just to get her hair done. She had taken the opportunity to get the natural permanent “makeup” pigment treatment that Krissi had given herself, giving her a naturally made up look around the eyes and with deeper lips the shade of her favourite brand of lipstick. Of course, it was no replacement for real makeup even with the genetic modification and alien DNA required to achieve the look, but it would make sure that she was presentable even if the movie was as sad as the director’s last one and she ruined her makeup crying as a result.
To complete her look, Samus had picked what she felt was the most starlet dress she could get her hands on. She was wearing a shimmering, sparkling backless blue dress that propped up her breasts and was obviously braless, and while the slim dress with its dangerously thin material clung to her curves for dear life, it at least had a long skirt, albeit slit up one side and cut so high that it spent nearly every waking second threatening to expose her skimpy panties. Samus had wanted to get it in pink, but she wanted to stand out from Jenni’s similar dress.
Alright! Samus gently tapped her cheeks rather than slap them, having no desire to redden her lips any more than her blush already did. It was showtime! Samus sauntered out into the world of flashing cameras, the floor dominated by actors, producers, and plenty of journalists. Samus retreated into Jenni’s comforting presence, a little intimidated by the scene due to her inexperience. She would have been much calmer being shot at by an equal number of Space Pirates, that was for sure. For better or worse the cameras weren’t on her, although a few were on Jenni as she made her way around the crowd, meeting first the lead actress who seemed to be about as big of a bimbo as Jenni, which cast extreme doubts upon her acting ability. Samus certainly couldn’t help but overhear a few opinions from some of the journalists, which was that she had about two more box office bombs left in her before she hit thirty years old and her acting career died.
Still, Samus was having fun, and it seemed like everywhere Jenni went she recognised at least one person, and seemed to refer to the lot of them as old friends. At this point, Samus was sure that you could grow a clone in a vat, and as soon as it popped out Jenni would claim she had known them since preschool. Despite starting to adjust to Jenni frequently inviting celebrities to her parties, Samus was still in awe of how casually she acted in this lifestyle. Samus’ night at the premiere was pretty quiet beyond that, simply being a background player of a background player, which made her a little envious of all of the attention that the stars were getting. Maybe it’d be nice to be like that someday...
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“Hey Jenni, take a look at this…”
Samus excitedly approached Jenni at one of her signature parties with her phone outstretched, ready to chat about how she had made it as an off-hand mention in an article following Jenni at the premiere after Cassie didn’t have the strong reaction she desired when she showed it to her, when she was stopped in her tracks by the woman who turned to look at her. For a second, Samus wondered if she had got the wrong person. She was wearing Jenni’s clothes and had Jenni’s hair, not to mention her impossibly curvy figure, but her incredibly beautiful face didn’t seem to match Jenni.
“Oh, sorry, I must have, like, gotten the wrong-” Samus started, but was swiftly cut off due to being drowned up by the music.
“Like, what is it, Jessie?” the jaw-droppingly stunning girl said, Jenni’s voice coming out as Samus realised that she must have had her face redone at the gene splicing clinic.
“Oh, sorry.” Samus realised her mistake, not realising that Jenni hadn’t. “You got your face done? It looks good.”
“You like it?” Jenni gave a gorgeous smile, her visage reminding her of all of the best parts of Daisy, Krissi, Ashley, and the original Jenni combined. “I was looking at my photos from the other day and, like, I knew I couldn’t put off getting a makeover any longer.”
“You look great!” Samus said, although it felt a little odd, since while she was no stranger to her friends changing themselves, it was usually a gradual change rather than a total redesign. Jenni had been so pretty to begin with that she figured she hadn’t needed it, even if Jenni had a tendency to occasionally walk in with bigger boobs or a different shade of tanned skin every now and then, redesigning her body as she saw fit.
“I know, right? I’m super happy with it!” Jenni smiled, Samus wishing she could be that pretty, her mouth hanging open a little from how Jenni seemed to embody the idealised image that Samus had in her mind when she thought of beauty. Huge, puffy lips, a cute button nose, delicate yet bold eyebrows, a perfectly smooth and shaped jaw and cheeks, innocent blue eyes, and not a hint of toughness that might scare off the boys anywhere.
“You look amazing.” Samus said, her breath taken away a little now that she took a really close look at her, even though it really wasn’t a massive step up from the Jenni she was used to. Come to think of it, Jenni had been a bit prettier than she remembered her being during her bodyguard days to begin with, Samus realising that she must have upgraded herself during the interim at some point.
“Thanks!” Jenni was easy to please at the best of times, but seemed happier with her bestie’s feedback than any casual praise from the partygoers and any hot guys who singled her out because of it. She innocently asked Samus a question that would spark a long chain of events: “Say, Jessie, have you ever had any work done on your face besides the little stuff?”
“Um, well, not really.” Samus admitted, Jenni looking confused.
“Why not?” Jenni asked, Samus worrying that she had made some kind of faux pas. Did Jenni think that she wasn’t that pretty and had something about her that needed fixing?
“I figured you would’ve.” Jenni said, instead thinking about how her friend Jessie always seemed eager to head to the gene splice clinic. Plus, she looked hot even without any makeup or the subtle changes she had made to her face since she had met her, she wasn’t used to meeting people that naturally attractive these days!
“I mean, I have a little, like these and these…” Samus pointed to her lips and her eyelashes. “But not like, a total makeover, you know? I thought about it, but, like, you know...”
“Why not?” Jenni asked, cutting straight through to the heart of the matter. “Sounds like you wanna.”
“It just feels like, ya know, it wouldn’t be me if I did that…” Samus said apprehensively, although once she externalised it she began to wonder why this specific reason was what was holding her back.
“Well, I think that I’m more me after doing it!” Jenni smiled, surprising Samus. "Like, when I change my face, I can totally be, like, whoever I wanna be ya' know? It, like, doesn't matter what I used to look like, since I can totally look like whatever I want."
“You… might be right.” Samus slowly realised. “That like, totally makes sense.”
“And if I, like, don’t like it, I can just change it back!” Jenni said proudly. “So it’s totally cool no matter what! I’ve always been totes happy after I did it, though. Oh, but I totally get it if you don’t wanna, since you’re already super pretty, Cassie showed me a photo of before you got your bod done and you were totes hot to begin with, I looked totes undateable before I got my face done back for the first time when I was sixteen ‘cause I took after daddy and mom only got herself done after she had me...”
Samus didn’t really pay any attention to what Jenni was saying after she said she was consistently happy with how she had changed herself, absorbed in her mental debate Now that she thought about it, Jenni was right. Why had she been so reluctant to take the final step when it was really what she should have done from the start? She had wanted to avoid being recognised as Samus Aran, and if she really wanted to avoid it she could have just scrambled her facial features. She had given herself big boobs, big lips, and generally made herself prettier from the get-go, and had discovered the joy of redesigning her body to be exactly how she liked it. Changing herself was freedom, and yet she wasn’t quite free just yet.
It wasn’t long before Samus had a revelation. She had done so much and gone so far to make Jessie Hale a different person completely unrelated to Samus Aran, but she was still shackled to Samus’ face, no matter how much she tweaked it. Perhaps it was time to finally give Jessie a real identity of her own…
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“Is it a big one today, Miss Hale?” Dolly perceptively asked, noticing Samus’ intense expression and leaning over the counter, her F-cups squishing against it as her bra became clearly visible, a good show for any clients had there been any to see them so early in the morning.
“Not, like, literally big, silly.” Samus said, too locked in her mental imagecrafting of her new look to realise that Dolly wasn’t referring to blowing up her boobs again or something. “But yeah, it’s really important, so it’s gotta be perfect.”
“Everything you’ve done so far has been stunning, Miss Hale.” Dolly encouraged her, Samus noting how cute Dolly’s smile was these days ever since she puffed up her lips, which really cheered her up. “I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about!”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Samus agreed, getting some confidence. “I’m sure it’ll go great!”
“Miss Hale?” One of the now familiar nurses called, Samus taking a deep breath and pulling herself to her feet. She noticed that the nurse, once much more conventionally attractive than Dolly, had since been rendered not half as appealing as the curvy receptionist by comparison, which too gave her new hope. If a plainy like Dolly could make herself beautiful, there was no reason why she couldn’t nail it too.
“Please take your time, Miss Hale.” The nurse told her as she sat her down in the chair, Samus stripping out of her pink dress in one smooth, well-practiced motion before planting her huge butt in the seat. The display with a detailed scan of her face and easy controls to alter it suddenly felt a lot more intimidating, and Samus spent almost an hour carefully tweaking the values, hesitating, and tweaking them some more. She didn’t want to simply copy her friends, although some overlap was inevitable when you were seeking perfection. She made her lips just a touch larger and softer while making sure that they had the perfect pout rather than merely a blown up version of her original lips, and completely rearranged her cheekbones and jaw shape. Her eyelashes were made extra doll-like and her eyebrows extremely delicate, while her nose was shrunken and turned into a perfect button nose. Perfect, perfect, perfect. The word was repeated endlessly in Samus’ mind as she figured out what she could make the perfect shapes and placements of each of her facial features in conjunction with each pre-set facial expression, until finally she felt that she could be satisfied no more. She had stared at the screen so long that she could no longer find a way to improve it, and settled on that. What she had created was probably not true perfection, but she could always improve it later once she identified what it was. She confirmed her changes, and the operator was set to begin.
Just before Samus began to drift off into induced dreamland, she requested that there was a mirror placed in front of her face, so that her old and new face would be the last and first things she saw. Even as her heartrate lowered, Samus could feel it struggle to contain her excitement and caused her to stay lucid much longer than usual, until finally she could stay awake no longer.
And just like that, Samus woke again. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, greeting her with an unfamiliar yet familiar face. The gorgeous woman in the mirror gaped, her lips a perfect O-shape in surprise. The mouth closed, then opened again, then it smiled, then it frowned. Each one seemed perfectly beautiful, and perfectly matched everything Samus did as she came to grips with how this stunning woman who looked not a thing like Samus Aran was in fact her staring back at herself. She spent quite a long time making various faces and expressions in the mirror, watching just how differently her face moved and emoted now, and how it seemed that no matter what face she pulled, it was perfectly beautiful the whole time. Eventually, the expression that she settled on was the widest smile that her new face would allow.
Samus felt a rush that she hadn’t felt since she had given herself her curvy redesign, with a hint of the emotions she had felt when she convinced herself that big boobs would make her unrecognisable. It was something she felt a little every time she walked into the clinic, an excitement that never got old yet never seemed to last as long as she wanted before she found something else about herself that could be improved, could be reshaped as she saw fit. Even now when Samus saw the stunningly gorgeous woman that was herself in the mirror, she was sure that she could find room for improvement. It was like a door had been opened, showing her that nothing was off-limits.
Samus left the clinic after a round of overwhelming praise from Dolly, making Samus really feel like she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Hell, after that treatment, she just might have been! She rapidly texted her friends for a get-together
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“Are you sure?” The hairdresser pouted as Samus settled herself down in her chair, needing to lift it up much higher than she had when she was almost a foot taller in order for the hairdresser to comfortably attend to her. “I really liked your hair like this, you know. We could try twintails instead!”
“I’ve been thinking that it’s time for a change.” Samus said dramatically, the hairdresser sighing sadly as she got out her hair straightener. Samus watched as the curly mane that had served her well was slowly but steadily turned into the straight locks that she had been born with, bent back into shape as the extra-strength treatment she had given to it resisted change. As she was returned to a significantly longer version of her trademark look as Samus, she proudly felt that she remained unrecognisable. Even her bangs drifted down to almost cover an eye, an impractical length had she still been stuffing it into a helmet, while her side-locks tickled her boobs.
“Wow, this is longer than I thought it’d be.” Samus said to herself as she felt the bulk of her hair hanging down to her ass on her way out of the , brushing against her bubble butt with each step as it nearly reached the width of her shoulders. Her curly hair had been designed for volume, intended to go out in every direction, while her restored hair flowed in a silky waterfall directly downwards, revealing that its immense length and thickness wasn’t just from being wet in the shower.
“What do you think, girls?” Samus asked proudly as she sauntered into her usual get-together, sweeping her hand through it as she expected the usual warm reception, which she got in spades. Hell, her hair looked so good she was getting almost as big of a reaction as she did when she debuted her new face to universal praise.
Hairstyle was particularly important these days, Samus had decided. After their extensive facial treatments, it was borderline impossible to tell Daisy and Krissi apart save for their height, hair colour, and bodies, with Ashley only flagging slightly behind due to her larger and more innocent eyes. Cassie was the same as always of course, but Samus flattered herself by thinking that the rest of her group had been inspired by Jessie’s new look and sought to keep up with her by imitating some of her look.
“You know, it’s not that I didn’t like your old hair…” Cassie said, sizing Samus up as she gave a quirk twirl, her hair flowing behind her. “But this really suits you a lot more, Jessie.”
“Yeah, this looks way more natural.” Daisy agreed, with some nods from Ashley and Krissi. “Never thought I’d see you without the curly hair though!”
“Pleeease tell me you’re gonna keep it!” Jenni pleaded. “You look soooooo cute!”
“Don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere.” Samus smiled, glad that she could finally be herself again now that Jessie Hale had truly realised herself. For once, she didn’t mind borrowing one small thing from stuffy old Samus Aran...
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“Oh my gawd, no way!” Samus gasped, plastering her button nose against the shop window, the cashier pretending not to see the way her breasts pressed almost perfectly flat against the glass. She had been halfway through a routine shopping trip when she noticed something very exciting in the window, her trained eye instantly drawn towards it, her high heeled feet propelling her towards it like a bee to honey.
The latest Le Blanche flagship dress in the Belle collection, a week before it was supposed to break street date! Jenni would go mental if she sprung it on her when it was time to meet in a couple of hours! She couldn’t believe that nobody had snatched it up before her! Samus looked down at her current outfit, a loose and frilly sundress. She liked it a lot, but it was like, so last week compared to the new and shiny dress before her. There were plenty of women wearing the one she was wearing now, but she’d be the only one not named Deborah Ernest wearing this one!
“How much for the one in the window?” Samus frantically gestured after marching up to the counter, unable to contain her excitement as the cashier was unable to contain the hardening in his pants at the sight of the petite bimbo with big sparkling eyes. Samus’ new face wasn’t just cuter and sexier when she was excited, it also appeared more innocent, which made it harder for the cashier to break it to the eager girl.
“Um, actually, that’s just a display model, it’s not on sale.” He reluctantly explained, Samus instantly pouting cutely, one of her favourite new expressions.
“Awwwww, come ooooon!” Samus whined, shimmying as her boobs swam in their loose-fitting top. “Can’t you like, make an exception for little old me?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.” He shook his head, Samus’ eyebrow twitching. She simply had to have that dress, and Jessi Hale was not one to take no for an answer!
“Come ooon, I’ll make it up to you real good…” Samus began to tug at the hem of her top, casually swaying around the counter.
“Ma’am, you’re not allowed behind h-”
“Come on, nobody’ll notice…” Samus cooed as she began to unzip his pants and get down on her knees. The cashier was sweating bullets, and quickly gave in. He wasn’t particularly handsome, and they both knew that this was the only chance he had to land a girl like her.
“In the backroom!” He gasped as he desperately hoped that nobody had been watching and slammed a not-in-service plaque onto the counter, Samus jumping back to her feet with a giggle and clapping happily. This was just too easy! Boys were so dumb, they all thought with their dicks and thought that every problem could be solved with sex, which was trivial for Samus to exploit. She followed him to the storage room and gave him an extra big reward for not resisting, trotting out of the store humming a merry tune while wearing the dress. Take that, Jenni! Samus thought to herself smugly as she skipped along, the short skirt flowing and gracing a few lucky onlookers with a quick flash of her lacy panties. Even somebody as rich and with as many contacts as her couldn’t get this dress this early! God, she was so smart.