She went by Charlie Winchester. She seemed like your average, run of the mill, nerdy college girl. Stunning sapphire blue eyes. Messy, long brown hair always tied into a ponytail, and thin, delicate lips always seemingly coated with a thin layer of scented, sparkling lip balm. She was an aspiring roboticist, aiming for a career in the field of technology…tho, little did anyone around her know, she held a personal secret…this charming, beautiful college girl wasn’t quite who she said she was.

Such things like her not eating, drinking or sleeping were noticeably odd, and she always had the faint, tangy scent of motor oil on her person. She kept a bottle of metal varnish on her bedside table, even though she had nothing to polish…or, that’s at least what she told fellow students…she also seemed remarkably intelligent, always engaged with class topics and acing tests and exams without seemingly much effort…just what was happening here?

She sported an unusually large, prominent chest, larger than that of her femme peers. She had a flat abdomen, thin waist, wider than average hips, thickly padded, plush thighs and a seemingly perfectly shaped, smoothly curved buttocks. Her teeth were constantly bright white, even though you or your peers never saw her pick up a toothbrush…And, no matter how much she seemed to shower, that damned motor oil scent was seemingly latched onto her like a monkey to a tree branch...this average seeming, run of the mill, nerdy college girl was seemingly perfect…just a bit TOO perfect…