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[center][b]8 Years Ago[/b][/center]
Catherine sighed as she made her commute on a rainy April morning. Some kids who were given up for adoption fantasize that their parents were rich and powerful people who would come and rescue their own child from the kid’s current situation. And Catherine was no different.

However, when she had grown older, Catherine left her biological parents with great disappointment. While the grandiose nature of the fantasy of her parents did not help much, even if Catherine had hoped that her parents were like everyone else’s folks, she would have been in for a rude awakening. Instead of a middle-class family living in suburbia, Catherine saw that her real parents were traveling gypsies, thieves who made a living from pawning stolen goods. And when she asked about how her biological brother met his wife, her family just gave her cryptic responses, making it seem like they were trying to hide something.

To Catherine, it almost seemed like it would have been better if she never had went at all and continued to believe in her fantasized image of her biological family. But that was no longer possible anymore. The only good thing she got from that visit was that she finally found out that her powers were hereditary. As a hair stylist, Catherine found that her powers were especially usefully for getting rid of gray hairs from her older patrons. As long as the changes were not too extensive, there was never any pain.

But now Catherine was preparing for one of her appointments. A high school girl took a seat at Catherine’s salon chair, intending to get her hair ready for her senior prom. However Catherine wanted to test her powers. She had always stayed with small and simple changes that her patrons would either never notice or she could have lied and said that she used a special product to get those results. Catherine wanted to try something bigger. More complex.

While she was working on the teen’s hair, Catherine made some small talk, trying to pry from the girl information about her favorite actresses, musicians, and models. And as the appointment continued, Catherine little by little made alterations to her patrons so that there wouldn't be any pain. And when she had finished, Catherine saw that her completed work was [b]not[/b] like Frankenstein, a mish-mash of unlike body parts sown together. Instead, the changes that she made on this girl blended together flawlessly, as if that girl had been born like that.

“You did a wonderful job, Catherine” the girl told her stylist as she admired how Catherine had arranged her hair.

“I know.” Catherine said, knowing that she did a fabulous job on more than just this girl’s hair. Catherine had never tried to make her subject oblivious to more blatant changes, but as that girl walked out of the salon without batting an eye at how she looked different besides her hair style, Catherine concluded that she could indeed make her patients oblivious to the changes.

With this knowledge, Catherine continued to press her powers to the limits, practicing on three more junior and senior girls who had made appointments for the same reason as the first girl. When each of these girls walked into the salon, they were beautiful on their own accord. However, when they left, they could have matched any super model.

On the following morning, Catherine woke up to crosses fixed in her yard. Someone (or some people) had painted a brown cross upon her door and scorched the words ‘witch’ and ‘demon’ in the grass in her yard. Upon her door, Catherine found a note from the parents of the girls who came to her salon the previous day, threatening that ‘bad things’ would happen if she did not change their daughters back to normal.

Catherine crumbled up the note and went back inside her house. For that whole morning, she gathered up all her things and packed them into her car. If the people of this town could not appreciate her masterpieces, then she would stay there. Therefore, after she had everything packed up and ready to go, Catherine slipped out of town, intending to begin a new life.