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by RedNovaTyrantKelly Royale was the woman of my dreams.Her flawless pale skin captivated every guy in my grade at the sight of her image. Even just mentioning her name brought on ravings from each of us in the locker room, bragging on about how much we’d bone her if given the chance. Alas, it was just another dream of your typical hormonal high school boy; to actually meet a celebrity like her was highly unlikely, even if she had grown up in our hometown.I wasn’t really into her music (pop wasn’t exactly within my realm of taste) but with Kelly, I indulged in her angelic voice and sexy movements on camera. Her baby blue eyes stood out to from the makeup and blush, and her strawberry blonde hair trickled down her perfect shoulders. Each new glamour shoot and music video only made me more delighted to see her. I wasn’t a stalker type, though, let’s make that clear. It’s just, every guy has their ideal woman, and she fit the bill to a T for mine.When she won the title of Venus of the Year, I was even more ecstatic. Kelly Royale had a following, sure, but with this, she’d be pushed into the spotlight even more. Which meant I’d get to see her around even more. And see her, I did. Playboy, with their last dying breath, managed to bring her on for a couple of photos. I’m sure I wasn’t the only guy in my grade to pop a few boners, though I wasn’t degenerate enough to be looking at her in class. But when I did see her, I was enraptured. That same bright hair, perfect breasts, slim legs, and those arousing eyes - how I prayed for a girl like her to be mine.The spotlight certainly did wonders for her, and eventually, rumours began to spread about her. On the most positive side of the whispers, it was said that Kelly had accepted an offer from a certain doctor about having a new kind of plastic surgery done. Apparently, there’s not any actual plastic used in most surgeries - the term just meant “reshaping”, from some old Greek term. But if these rumours were true, this doctor had invented a new kind of “artificial skin” - one that would stay moldable thanks to the heat given off by the body or something. I didn’t really understand most of the details, but “eternally preserved beauty” was definitely within my vocabulary.Sure enough, after a few weeks of silence, Miss Royale made a special appearance on a late night talkshow. They advertised it the whole week prior, so I made damn sure to stay up and see her. She had somehow become even more perfect, and the outfit she wore was barely allowable on live TV. Kelly explained she wanted to show off as much of the surgery’s effects as she could, and she was not holding back. The audience roared and cheered and whistled, and I had to keep my own voice down as to not alert my parents to what I was watching.When Robert - the show host - asked her about the procedure, Kelly just smiled and held a delicate finger to her lips. She said she couldn’t really talk too in depth about it, other than a few scant facts. Robert was allowed to touch her forearm, and he reported that it felt like “the smoothest skin on earth.” Then Kelly shocked everyone; nearly every inch of her skin had been replaced. There was murmurs in the crowd for a moment, and I swallowed slightly. My imagination had gotten quite good from… practice, but in that moment all I could see was Kelly lying on a surgical table, muscles exposed and blood flowing off the edges in multiple places. Twitching in pain, her eyes stared up at me, pleading for help.I was snapped back to reality as Kelly reassured everyone that she was totally fine and the procedure was completely painless, and that she could live just as comfortably as before. Robert even joked that she was the world’s first “living Barbie doll”. This worked well to comfort all watching, but I thought that behind those blue eyes, she contained a well of sadness for something else. When I asked the other guys at school the next day, one of them suggested that one of the more sinister ru