Deciding it was time for my daily dose of Ramen, I rolled down from my couch and stumbled.

“Ugh!” I groaned as I struggled to get up.

I looked in the mirror and started to play with my many layers of ‘flab’:

In a way, it was satisfying. However, the more I jiggled it, the more disgusted and insecure I got.

“Alright, that’s enough of that...” I said to myself. I gradually made my way towards my fridge. opening it, I shrieked. I was horrified- Petrified!

“H-how could this happen?! I-I clearly bought a box of Ramen last week!” I continued, “ I-Is it really finished?”

I screamed in frustration. Each step I made was like an earthquake.

I opened the door and squinted. I was out of that cramped box for once. It felt like a decade since I’ve been outside. I wasn’t used to the light. I was more used to the dark- hiding under the covers, induldged in eating to my content and binge-watching anime and manga. Whilst this is all true, it did indeed feel refreshing as to step out of that cage for once: different varieties of those warm-blooded creatures -birds-sang cheerfully in unison; the wind whistled and softly blew on me as a mother would on her child’s wound; the sun, whom hung high up- towering in the blue ombré sky, sat there smiling down apon me.

I started to think of myself more:

To be honest, I am not perfect. I admit. However, I wouldn’t really describe or consider myself as fat either.

“Thief!” A woman shouted.

I turned around.

She shouted again, “Thief!”

Suddenly, she turned to me. As she grasped my arm tightly and squeezed, she cried, “ Help me! I-I beg of you.” Her voiced was raspy and cracked from screaming. I could see the pain in her eyes. My poor conscience couldn’t help but kick in. Was this my chance to become a hero, a savior? I chased him- the thief. I ran. I ran as the wind slapped against my Rosie-round cheeks. I ran as fast as my short, chubby legs could. Alas, I fell. This couldn’t be more embarrassing. My blood came rushing boiling-hot into the top of my head. I was so flustered and humiliated- I felt as if thousands of judging eyes were glaring at me and my big stretch-marks. I wanted to crawl in a hole and to never step out of it! I wanted to die!

But in the end, even god wouldn’t let me do that, would he?

Or would he rather leave me alone and watch me as I get crushed with shame by humiliation and disgrace.

I woke up to a bright blinding light, staring at a blurry ceiling. A deep yet masculine and seductive voice said,

“Are you okay?”

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Kyaaaaa! That’s it for the first episode! Fingers crossed that you liked it!🤞

I look forward to any comments wether it be on improvement- what I can do better, or just if it’s a good plot or beginning.

I woke up to a bright blinding light, staring at a blurry ceiling. A deep yet masculine and seductive voice said,

“Are you okay?”

I forced my eyes open.

An angel.

I knew it. I was in heaven, or at least I was dreaming, right?

His eyes locked into mine, staring into my soul: his posture was so straight and firm, he definitely had a six pack; and his voice...oh, his voice. So mesmerising and soothing.

How could a man be so perfect?

“Hey, you're drooling.”

“Ah? Oh!” I quickly wiped my saliva away, “ um- “

He cut me off before I could continue, “Here.”

He handed me a thick stack of cash.

“This is your payment for helping my mother!”

“Ha! Why would I take this! What do you take me for?” I exclaimed, trying to sound heroic. After all, these type of deeds (helping people, etc.) are something that anyone would do.

He smirked. It gave me goosebumps.

“I knew it. Your one of those girls aren’t you- Greedy. Tell me how much you want. By the looks of you, you're worth no less than One million.”

Who is this guy? So narcissistic. Plus, the last time I checked, I was worth less than 300000.

Wait... Since this is a dream,

Doesn’t this mean that I can do...anything?

I started to laugh continuously aloud.

“H-Hey, are you okay?” He said, taking a step away from me.

A perverted smile spread across my face.

I was about to raise my hand and drag him towards me, however, I noticed something. My arms. They were almost as thin as a stick. Who’s arms were these, surely they weren’t mine...right? No. It was. The scarlet marks of that woman and her fingers were still there.

I gasped and started to pinch myself.

No. I was mistaken. This, was definitely not a dream.

“Where’s the bathroom? WHERES THE BATHROOM?” I screamed, but not at the top of my lungs.

The nurse looked at me like I’d lost my marbles and pointed me to towards a room. I quickly ran. This time, not feeling the heavyweight and pressure of my previous fat legs. It was as if I’d gotten rid of a heavy burden. I finally reached the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror.

No, I don’t believe it.

This- this isn’t me, but at the same time, it is?

I immersed my face in water and splashed multiple times, I looked up.

My legs and arms were stick-thin and my skin was even softer than Tofu: my eyes were Jade-Green and sparkled as bright- no, brighter than stars✨; my fingers softly combed through my cashmere, chocolate hair; and my cheeks were so tender, showing a distinct shade of pink and carmine-red. Touching them were like touching silk.

This...is this really me?

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Okie! That’s it for this episode. I don’t think it was as good as last episode but... Oh well, thank you guys so much for your support so far! Next episode will show more of the ML and FL. :)

I might improve this a bit later to add more description too!😋