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On a cool morning just a few days after her twenty-fourth birthday, Rachel Hershley stood before the tall mirror in her bedroom, about to try on a new pair of black jeans. They had been gifted by Jessie Wright, a friend who lived the floor below in that same apartment complex. She appreciated the gesture, she honestly did, but when she looked on them on that day, she wasn’t quite sure if they were actually her size. They had been sitting in her closet ever since, but Rachel had grown a bit weary of her usual get-up.

There was a new fruit stand at the local farmer's market, and Kelly and her friends from work were all eager to try its new wares. All except for Alex, who was a bit hesitant considering that he was not a fan of GMOs.

"Oh please," Kelly chided, hurrying them along. "Almost all fruits have GMOs if you think about it."

"Yeah," Jason agreed, slapping Alex on the back.

"I mean, I'm not the only one who is hesitant. Look! No one else has even gone near their stand."

It was true. The new fruit stand was vacant, save for the vendor.

Another long day of bar work was complete. A six-hour-long shift of serving rude and off-putting people for what was probably the equivalent of pocket change to whoever ran the place, done and over with. Alicia stumbled out of the backdoor, tired, exhausted, and ready to return to her apartment. 'Down on her luck' could hardly describe how unfortunate her life had been for the past month. First, her old office closed down seemingly out of nowhere, leaving her out of a job. Then, her first apartment complex burned down after two kids let off some fireworks as a prank.

Tiffany had always been a little bit different than other girls. At least she assumed so based on her high school health class taken 10 or so years ago. It explained how women's bodies develop and how orgasms worked, but it never said anything about your body swelling when you were turned on. Yet that's exactly how her body responded.