The New Main Piece
Amid the noise and pressure, Pedro, the young lighting assistant, tried to stay out of sight. At only 22, he was there more to observe than to speak up. But he couldn’t help but notice the new makeup artist — a striking woman with sharp eyes and a strangely confident aura.
“Trouble with the model?” she asked casually, arranging her brushes.
“She disappeared. And the client wants photos today. You can imagine the chaos,” Lucas replied.
That’s when her gaze landed on Pedro. “Well... I might know a trick or two to give your assistant exactly what you need for this shoot.”
Pedro laughed nervously, assuming it was a joke. “Me? No way!”
She just smiled and stepped closer, brush in hand. “Trust me, sweetheart. It'll only be for an hour…”
Before he could protest, Pedro felt a strange heat sweep through his body. The studio spun for a brief moment. Just blinking was enough for the world to change — or rather, for him to change.
When he opened his eyes, Pedro saw himself in the large studio mirror. Or rather, he saw a stunning woman kneeling before it, wearing the campaign’s bright, floral lingerie. It was him. Or her now.
Every detail was perfect — smooth curves, flawless skin, long wavy hair. “What… the hell… is this?!” he gasped, hearing a soft, sultry voice escape his lips.
Lucas, still stunned, gripped his camera. “It’s… perfect. I don’t know how, but it’s perfect. You’re going to pose.”
Pedro tried to resist, but the makeup artist was already adding finishing touches like this was completely normal. “Relax, star. Just one click.”
The shoot lasted hours. And with every pose, Pedro realized this body — her body — moved with unsettling grace. Compliments poured in, the lights embraced her, and Lucas whispered, amazed, “You have something magnetic... far more than the original model ever had.”
When they finally wrapped, everyone turned to look for the makeup artist — but she was gone. Nothing in the dressing room. No bags. No trace that she had ever been there.
Pedro — or rather, the dazzling woman now known as Pietra — looked at the mirror one last time. The bright lingerie fit like a second skin. The once-nervous expression now radiated the confidence of a true campaign star.
Lucas chuckled, clapping his hands. “Well... looks like you’ve stopped being the assistant and became the main piece of my creations.”
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