She Stole My Face and Inherited My Hell

Summary

With porcelain skin, a waist that looked like it could be snapped by a strong breeze, and legs that seemed to go on for miles, a single candid photo of me was enough to shut down the campus forums for hours.

But I woke up this morning trapped inside the body of the class pariah—a girl named Casey Miller, who weighed nearly three hundred pounds.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was a DM from my own account.

[You always thought you were better than everyone just because you hit the genetic lottery, didn't you, Seraphina?]