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RPC Name: Annette Lussier (Shoggoth)
Power Category Distribution: Changer 6
Trigger Event: Annette entered the studio at which her modeling audition was set to take place. The e-mail she had received after a week or so of searching for work was questionable at best, but if she was to get some money together for her family, it was a needed sacrifice. It had taken a while to find a place but it would hopefully be worth all this trouble. The building itself failed to stand out amongst its brethren. It looked like just another studio apartment, mostly on the account that it was. Perhaps the inside of the building would prove to refute her fears? There would be only one way to find out. Annette swallowed her fears and stepped into the entrance of the building as she clutched the card in her hands tight. It gave her a specific floor to go to, the tenth, and then a room number to go with it. The employee working the front desk greeted Annette with the flash of a smile and questioned where she was going. After handing over the card and doing her best to return the smile, she gave a nod and seemed to be okay with her using the elevator. Without waiting for round two of a discussion, the high school student rushed aboard and hit the button for her desired floor.

With a soft "ding" noise, the doors two the elevator opened and a hallway could be seen. The carpet floor looked much nicer than the one in the lobby. The wall decorations and layout itself appeared to have a more rich aesthetic to it. Paintings of flowers, abstract art, and whatever the hell that thing that looked like a human head was. Annette began down the hall leading towards the room number she was looking for. Many doors later, she found herself at the end of the hall with a stylish looking door signaling a dead end. The room numbers matched up perfectly, meaning this was her destination. The fears and doubts she had towards herself were summoned once more. She hesitated, but eventually reached for the door and entered before she could talk herself out of this.

The room was a good enough size for what a professional style shoot would look like. It was literally somebody's widened studio apartment with furniture off to the side, equipment set up with a camera and light kit to keep the subject company. A man greeted her as she came in, only now realizing that she had practically invaded this poor man's home. "Ah, there you are, my masterpiece." She winced, rubbing her arm out of worry. "Right on time! Thank you for filling in for my absentee. Your outfit is waiting in the bathroom. First door on the left hall." Annette silently walked towards the bathroom after setting her things down and in a safe place. Once reaching the bathroom, she was less than thrilled to see what she would be wearing for this shoot: a stereotypical maid uniform with its own little set up. A headdress, fishnet stockings, the whole getup. She held the upper piece in front of her in the mirror with a worried look. She would look absolutely horrible in this. People did give her comments about the way in which she treated her body, joked as a gift to certain people that probably wanted nothing to do with her, but they were probably all jokes. Five minutes or so of arguing with herself and needing the cash for this was all it took for her to begin dressing. The pieces came together fairly well, each fitting comfortable and snug on her figure. She tired her golden hair into a pigtail to keep it from getting in the way along with eyeing herself in the mirror every few seconds or so. It was only after she finished equipping everything that she noticed something that made her suddenly anxious once more. The costume was a size or two short for her. While this wouldn't make it so that she looked like some ditzy porn model, it still revealed a good amount as well as showcased her beautiful curves she was self conscious about. Another five minutes in the bathroom was all it took to get her to finally come out and face the cameraman.

Once she escaped the confines of the bathroom, Annette returned to the cameraman in the main room. After a lengthy conversation about what exactly he wanted her to do over the course of the shoot, she stepped in front of the camera and obliged. It was a rather lengthy shoot, going on for a few hours or so before the cameraman was pleased with the results. After inquiring about payment and getting an answer of "if it sells", Annette returned home wondering if she would ever see the money from that gig. The very next day in school, she was surprised to find photos of the shoot plastered all over the walls of the school with flavorful commentary calling her a variety of names and a phone number to call for "a good time". A group of her fellow senior classmates were gathered around it in a roar of laughter. Some males of the group were taking photos and tearing the posters off of the walls for a more private setting. Humiliated, Annette ran into the bathroom, not bothering to see which one, and locked the door behind her as she crumbled onto the floor. As the tears flowed down her face and onto the slightly polished floor, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Underneath her usually baggy clothing was the body which would now forever be the male student's dumping grounds for when the hormones proved to be too much to handle. She could only stare at her reflection for several minutes out of anger before, in a fit a rage, kicking the glass of the mirror. This proved to be rather clumsy of her, as she slipped and smacked her head on the floor afterward, only continuing to sulk about her new school status while not noticing the chills going through her body.