After obtaining Mystique's power, I honestly didn't expect my first challenge to be… choosing my own face.
But it was.And it took forever.
I spent twelve straight hours shifting, adjusting, refining—changing the length of my hair, the shade of my eyes, the contours of my cheeks, the height of my nose. It felt like I'd become one of those gamers who spend all their time in character creation and then never actually play the game. Except in my case, the "game" was running the SCP Foundation and shaping the world.
And finally… I settled on her.On me.
This was the appearance I chose—and the appearance I now loved.
I'm a girl with a striking, almost hypnotic beauty. My long, gorgeous silver hair cascades down my back in smooth, shining waves, framing my delicate face perfectly. My blue eyes glow with an intensity so sharp it feels like they could pierce straight through someone's soul. My flawless porcelain skin only makes the contrast more mesmerizing, giving me an ethereal, almost divine presence.
I wear a luxurious red coat, its deep crimson fabric draping elegantly around me, the black embroidery sweeping across it like living flame. A single white bow rests on the sleeve—soft, pretty, and perfectly placed—balancing the power in the coat with a touch of gentleness. Beneath it, I chose a charming blue dress with delicate gold accents, the soft fabric flowing around my figure and highlighting every elegant curve I decided to give myself.
The hem brushes my thighs lightly, revealing just a hint of my smooth, pale legs. A perfect balance between regal and irresistibly alluring. Every detail—every color, every fold, every shape—I crafted myself.
And now that I look at it?
I really did make myself impossible to look away from.
Mystique's power wasn't just useful.It allowed me to become the exact version of beauty I always wanted.
And I looked perfect.