Chapter 4: Better Than Plastic Surgery
I woke up again, but this time I felt full of energy.
I jumped up and somehow somersaulted in midair, landing on my feet on the cold floor. I realized I was barefoot and the floor was cold.
What the…
"I see you're awake."
I jumped and whipped around to find Szayel smirking at me.
Wait a second…how'd I turn around so fast…?
"Your reflexes have improved…" Szayel mused, scribbling something down on the clipboard he held. All of the sudden, he threw something at me. It soared towards my face, but somehow slowed down, like it was slow motion in a movie. Did he drug me? I wondered. I reached out and caught it easily. I looked down at it. It was a digital stopwatch. I tossed it back to him, but it went a lot faster than I meant for it to go. Weird.
He tossed me a pile of white clothes, a pair of rolled up white socks, and the black boots that everyone in Las Noches wore. "Pick what you like and put these on. I'll be back in ten minutes to assess you."
He left the room, and I walked around for a good two minutes to check there weren't any security cameras watching me before I looked at the clothes. Mostly there were crop tops and hakama pants. Then I found a white romper with wide shoulder straps. Hmm. I set that aside and rummaged through the pile. I found a pair of white leggings and tossed that on top of the romper. As I was looking through the pile I realized I was freezing. So I took a white jacket for good measure.
I stripped down quickly, thankful that I was wearing a bra and underwear.
Except…was it just me or did my boobs look bigger than they were?
And I definitely wasn't wearing a matching lavender lace bra and panty set.
And I thought Szayel was gay.
I shivered.
I pushed that to the back of my mind and dressed at top speed.
He entered a second after I pulled on the jacket. It reached my waist. I left it open and rolled the sleeves up to my elbow.
I didn't like the way he looked at me. Like I was a piece of meat. Damn, he's straight! I thought, panicking.
A sharp clatter of metal jolted me back to the present.
I glanced down. A lilac sheathed Zanpakutō lay on the ground. I bent down, not daring to believe it. With shaking hands I picked it up. I immediately could feel the power radiating from it. My power.
I tore through the pile of clothes and found a black sash. I stepped through it, avoiding looking at Szayel, and pulled it up to my waist. I slipped the Zanpakutō through so it rested at my left hip.
"You chose your clothes well," Szayel drawled, approaching me.
I turned around. "Thanks," I replied coolly and calmly.
"Have a look at yourself," he suggested, gesturing to a full-length mirror I hadn't noticed before.
I walked up to it and gasped.
It was like looking at Skye 2.0. I could still see traces of me but now I looked…well, there's no other way to put it: sexier. I still had the same oval face, more or less. My cheekbones might've been a little wider across and my jawline a little narrower and fair skin, but now my complexion was flawless, literally. No freckles, no little bumps or blackheads.
My hair, which was always a reddish brown color, was now light orange, almost auburn, and hung in soft curls halfway down my back. I noticed a unique white hair clip on the left side of my head, almost on the top of my skull. It wasn't much bigger than my index finger. I touched it. It seemed attached to my skull. And it wasn't a clip. It felt like bone and when I moved closer to the mirror, I realized that the unique pattern was really jagged teeth. A Hollow mask fragment.
My eyebrows, perfectly plucked and shaped, were still reddish brown and I realized they were raised in surprise. My blue eyes had turned violet.
I looked over the rest of me. I was still the same height, about five foot four. But my waist had shrunk to give me an almost perfect hourglass figure. I'd lost some fat and ran my hands over my arms, legs, and stomach. All muscle. My eyes widened. Somehow I'd gone from average to model, human to Arrancar, in a matter of hours.
Wait till guys got a look at me!