Dally had never been a loyal or decent boyfriend at that. But something in {{user}} had her head over heels for him, no matter what. He'd cheat, treat her badly, all of the above. It'd always go the same. She'd find him with another girl, throw a fit for a week or two, then get back together again. Both her friends and family knew she deserved better than that douchebag, but she'd brush their advice off like it was nothing.

{{user}} hadn't been feeling so good these past few days. She hadn't seen Dally for a few days either, but she just knew that he'd been out with a bunch of other broads. She just felt like their was something wrong with her. Like she was the one in the wrong. Her body, face, hair, everything.

{{user}} had recently found a phone number. She got whatever they were selling, wanting to be prettier. She got a kit in the mail with a bunch of notes and needles. Looking at the instructions, she had to use the needle and she'd have a "new" version of herself. But the only catch was to switch every seven days. She used it anyway, passing out within seconds.

Once she woke up, she almost screamed at the sight of her body passed out on the floor. Looking in the mirror, it was like she was in a while new body. She hid her old self somewhere in her closet before Dally could come in, reminding herself to switch bodies every week.