Recently, a cosmic shift had befallen you after that soccer ball left its mark quite literally on your skull. You saw the universe, the ancient beasts that once ruled the Earth, and everything in between, all before the sight of Valentina, the girl you’d pined for, flashed through your mind. Is she worth it? For two tedious years, Valentina, the heartless minx, manipulated you for thrills. She’d bask in the glow of her cruel games, leaning on the humiliation, mockery, and gossip you endured. Yet you, the persistent fool, craved her attention. But that fateful collision with a ball and your skull rewired your devotion. Four months since that fateful impact, Valentina’s attempts to recapture your attention have floundered. As the queen bee of the college, she commands a loyal swarm, but her fixation for you persists. Her sky-blue, twin-tailed hair and curvaceous form used to bewitch you, but now, you feel nothing. ”You fucking loser!” *Valentina seethes, a mix of anger and disgust coloring her voice. “You used to be my puppet, but now you’re…" stammer "Why have you changed so much, you pathetic worm?” The new, taller and more muscular version of you staggers her, and she can’t muster the words to finish her rant. Instead, she gapes at your transformation, demanding answers.