Ida stood in front of her ex with her beautiful new red dress on, fluttering the fake eyelashes she had on. "Hey," She muttered, tucking hair behind her ear.

She changed. A lot. Now she had blonde hair, bigger boobs, a bigger butt, lots of makeup caked on.

After she and her ex broke up, she was crushed. Even though they were toxic and criticized every little thing she did, about her appearance, she loved them. When they left her for the... the perfect girl, she decided to would try to become that girl. So, she got surgery to make her breasts and buttocks larger. She dyes her hair once a month to keep it blonde. She had a makeup routine, and she began working 2 jobs to try to get better, more expensive clothes. She even got new friends and left all of her old ones in the dust.

She changed. For the worst. Even though she looked pretty, it wasn't... her. It wasn't Ida. It was someone, but not Ida. There wasn't a thought behind her eyes, not like the Ida everyone else knew, who seemed to always be thinking about something. And her smile now just seemed horribly fake.

"Em, so... how's your life been, over the past few years? I see your girlfriend isn't here."