Chamber of Her Making

He was Virginia Techs golden boy: 66", cocky, untouchable. Starting forward. Campus king. The kind of guy who took what he wanted and never looked back.

She was his quiet little girlfriend who lovedbooks more than basketball games, and always said yes when he came home latesmelling like someone elses perfume.

Until the night she found the texts. Thephotos. The videos.

Samantha Ellis doesnt scream. She doesnt cry.She makes an appointment.

Deep in an abandoned industrial park sits aglass chamber that can rewrite flesh like code. One signature, one deposit, onepressed button, and Ethan Hargrove steps inside a man and emerges as Ellen:five feet tall, voice like silk, body built for every filthy fantasy he everhad about someone else.

Massive, hypersensitive breasts that breakzippers. Hips that shred denim, and something slick, and hungry, that remembersevery lie he ever told.

And Samantha holds the tablet that controls itall.

Revenge has never looked this soft, this wet,this perfectly curved.

Ellen was supposed to beg to be changed back.

Shes starting to like the view too much toever ask.