"Miss is awake!"
A moment later, a male voice replied from the box. "You do not need to yell. We can hear you clearly."
Lanny pushed the button again and yelled louder, "Okay! Miss is awake!"
Sasha could hear the exasperation in the male’s voice. "Yes. Thank you."
"You are making boyfriends already, Lilla? Is he cute enough that you have to talk to him before you help me stand in the bathroom? Can you at least bring me a bowl or a pot, or something? I need to pee."
Lilla and Lanny both laughed. It was so good to have them here.
The little room she was in had two doors. One led to a private bath and toilet that Sasha thought was big enough for several families to live in comfortably. This sector clearly had no issues with water waste. Didn't anyone know there was a shortage?
The room had a clean, wild scent, like Kane, and the countertops, sink, and toilet were extra-large in size. She almost fell in the toilet.
The girls coaxed her out of the big sleep shirt she was wearing and into the tub, holding her hands like she was a toddler at risk of falling and drowning in the deep, steaming water.
She couldn't be annoyed; Sasha couldn't swim, the thing was Kane sized, and she did feel like a toddler learning to walk.
She reached for Lanny. "Your hand?"
"Healed fine. You sew body parts better than you do clothes." Lanny smiled.
"Here." Lilla offered Sasha a funny round cake of soap. It made silky bubbles, washed clean, and didn't have a smell.
"What is this? We need to make us some of this." The cake was perfectly sized, enough for her body and hair.
"It's the alpha's. We want you to ask what it is. It even leaves your hair nice, unlike our stuff." Lanny was holding a towel as big as a blanket.
"Come on, Sasha. Food is coming. Aren't you hungry? And your alpha wants you to have a medical check-up too"
"My alpha? I don't have an alpha yet, and I don't have the energy for food and a doctor. Has Warlord Kane said when he's making us leave?" She sank down in the water with a groan, letting it lap at her chin. "I think I just want to sleep some more. Can't I sleep right here?"
The twins replied as one. "No."
"When did you guys get mean?"
They giggled.
*
She was standing in front of a full length mirror, holding Lilla’s hand to keep herself steady and trying to dry herself with the other.
Sasha had always felt like mirrors were the enemy, always showing her the image of a body that felt like it belonged to someone else. She didn't like her triangular breasts, nor their puffy areolas and too obvious nipples that had developed when she was a ten-year-old.
She also didn't like her wide thighs or round-as-a-sausage torso of baby fat. Born chubby, she’d stayed chubby in spite of a rigorous daily schedule and days of deprivation. She had her breeder biology to thank for that.
She told herself she didn't care what she looked like. Her father had told her that her value was not in her looks, but in who she was as a person. Sasha had always agreed with him.
But the person in the floor-to-ceiling looking glass wasn't the one she remembered.
For the first time, she saw what she expected to see. Her breasts had become larger, the nipples pointing up instead of down. Her torso had thinned at the waist and flared at the hips. She had lost weight. Even her butt seemed altered, sticking out behind her like an upside down heart, full and plump.
She was by no means skinny—she jiggled everywhere—but like a woman instead of a child.
She had gained her hourglass shape.
"What happened to me?" she asked in wonder.
