The door to the modest rental room clicked shut with a soft thud.

Zoe Carter leaned her back against it, her expression unusually serious. Something felt strange—off, even. Her fingers brushed over her abdomen, tracing the defined lines of muscle. They weren’t overly pronounced, but more toned than she remembered.

A heavy silence filled the room.

Without hesitation, Zoe dashed to the bathroom, her eyes locking onto her reflection in the mirror.

The woman staring back at her was... different.

Her hands flew to her face, and the changes became undeniable. Her fingernails, once brittle and uneven, now appeared smooth and pristine. Her teeth, which had been discolored and imperfect, were now straight and gleaming white. Every blemish, every imperfection on her skin had vanished. It was as if she had shed her old self like a snake shedding its skin.

Zoe’s breath hitched. Her hair, once thin and dull from countless late nights hunched over a computer, was now thick, lustrous, and free of the silver strands that once betrayed her age. How had she not noticed these changes earlier in the day?

After all, she had gone straight to the clinic upon waking, unaware of the drastic shift in her appearance. But now it was painfully clear. She was rejuvenated—reborn.

Her fingers brushed her cheek, smooth and unfamiliar.

With no hesitation, Zoe began removing her clothes—first her coat, then her shirt, trousers, and finally her underwear—until she stood completely bare before the mirror.

The figure staring back at her was both familiar and foreign.

Her skin was flawless, smooth as porcelain, with no hint of roughness. Areas that typically gathered dead skin—her elbows, her knees—were now unblemished. Even the body hair she had once despised was gone, save for the thick, glossy locks on her head. It was as though her body had discarded anything unnecessary.

Zoe’s gaze drifted downward, her mouth falling open in silent amazement. Her physique was astonishing—sleek, with muscular lines that radiated strength. Yet, it wasn’t overbearing. Her figure remained feminine, perfectly proportioned in a way that defied logic. Her chest, once small and sagging, now carried the faintest curve—subtle but noticeable. Her shoulders were broad, her abs tight, her arms sculpted. She looked like a figure out of an artist’s sketchbook.

She could have been the cover model for a fitness magazine without effort.

But Zoe wasn’t deceived. This wasn’t the body she had lived in for years. She wasn’t one of those naturally athletic people. In truth, her life had been sedentary for as long as she could remember. Days spent glued to a computer screen, immersed in web novels, rarely venturing outside. A body like this, one resembling a professional athlete’s, had seemed laughable. Just days ago, climbing a flight of stairs had left her breathless.

And yet, here she stood.

Zoe stared at her reflection, her mind whirling. Finally, she snapped out of her daze, determination lighting up her features.

She rushed into the living room, rummaging through drawers and cabinets until she found a tape measure and a weight scale—items she’d bought long ago but barely used.

Today, that would change. Today, she would uncover the truth behind this impossible transformation.