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🕑 Added 2024-06-05 18:01:59 +0000 UTCThe tiny apartment in Queens rattled as another train roared past on the tracks above. Isabella Alvarez sighed and stared at the stack of bills on her kitchen table. Rent was due in a week, and she was barely scraping by with the few modeling gigs she managed to land. At 5’3”, her petite frame was often seen as a disadvantage in the highly competitive modeling industry of New York City.
“Isabella, you’re beautiful, but we need taller models,” they always told her. The words echoed in her mind as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her smooth, caramel skin, high cheekbones, and dark, expressive eyes made her look much younger than her 30 years, but none of that seemed to matter when it came to her height.
Her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. It was a text from her friend Lucia, who had moved to New York from Colombia around the same time as Isabella.
“Lucia: Have you heard about this new virus on the news? FMG-35 or something? Crazy stuff!”
Isabella quickly googled the news. FMG-35 was spreading rapidly, causing women to grow significantly taller and more muscular. “This can’t be real,” she muttered, scrolling through article after article. Yet, the reports were consistent, and the changes were happening worldwide.
A few weeks later, Isabella found herself in front of her bathroom mirror again, but this time the reflection was startling. Over the course of two weeks, she had grown several inches taller. Her clothes no longer fit properly, her once snug jeans now barely reaching her ankles, and her shirts stretched uncomfortably over her broader shoulders.
“Isabella, are you in there?” Lucia’s voice called from the hallway.
“Coming!” Isabella shouted, hurriedly throwing on the largest clothes she could find. She opened the door to find Lucia, now towering at 6’5”, her once slender frame now athletic and powerful.
“Oh my God, Isabella!” Lucia exclaimed, looking her up and down. “You’ve grown too!”
Isabella nodded, feeling a mix of disbelief and excitement. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
As the virus spread, the modeling industry began to shift. Agencies that once turned Isabella away were now seeking out tall, strong women to represent their brands. One afternoon, Isabella received an unexpected phone call.
“Hello, is this Isabella Alvarez?” a voice asked.
“Yes, speaking,” she replied, heart racing.
“This is Marla from Elite Models. We’ve seen your recent photos and would love to schedule a meeting with you. Are you available tomorrow?”
Isabella’s hands trembled. “Yes, absolutely. I’ll be there.”
The next day, she walked into Elite Models’ sleek office building. The receptionist, a statuesque woman in her mid-thirties, smiled warmly at her. “Isabella, welcome. Marla will see you now.”
Marla, the agency’s head scout, stood as Isabella entered her office. “Wow, you’re even more stunning in person,” she said, motioning for Isabella to sit. “Tell me about yourself.”
Isabella took a deep breath. “I’m from Colombia. I’ve been in New York for a few years, trying to break into modeling, but my height was always a challenge. Now, with the changes from FMG-35, I’m hoping to finally get my big break.”
Marla nodded, scribbling notes. “You have an incredible look, and your story is inspiring. We’re looking for models who can represent strength and beauty. I think you’re exactly what we need.”
Despite her new height, Isabella still faced stiff competition. Women who had once been tall and slender were now towering over her at seven feet, packed with muscles. It was a whole new playing field. Isabella applied to several gigs, each rejection a sharp reminder of how fierce the competition had become.
One day, she caught the eye of a marketing director at a sports fashion brand. They were looking for a model with a balanced physique and striking looks, and Isabella fit the bill perfectly. She received a call for a meeting.
“Isabella, your portfolio is impressive. We’re launching a new line of athletic wear designed for Amazon women, and we think you’d be the perfect fit,” the director said.
Isabella’s heart soared. “Thank you so much. I’d love to be a part of this project.”
Her first big break came quickly. She was cast in a high-profile fashion show, modelling for the new line. Backstage, she felt a mix of nerves and excitement.
“You ready for this?” a fellow model asked, adjusting her outfit.
“More than ever,” Isabella replied, taking a deep breath.
As she stepped onto the runway, the lights and music engulfed her. The audience’s reaction was electric, and she felt an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. This was what she had always dreamed of, and now it was finally happening.
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Comments
Urza
Nice piece!
