"Perfect! Harper, your core strength is insane!"Max the photographer yelled excitedly, his voice bouncing off the walls of the massive New York photo studio.Camera flashes went off wildly.I gripped the heavy battle ropes tightly, took a deep breath, and whipped them violently up and down.My strong, toned arms flexed beautifully under the bright studio lights.There was no more dizziness. No more trembling.Six months had passed since the swap.I had completely thrown out every rib-crushing corset and transitioned into a highly paid fitness model.The shoot today was my first official campaign as the lead global ambassador for a top athletic brand.I finally had real muscle, endless stamina, and total control over my own life."Great work today."As soon as the director called cut, my mother walked over in a sharp suit.Instead of a terrible low-calorie protein bar, she handed me a heavy, insulated lunch box.I popped the lid off. Inside was a steaming hot seared steak, fresh avocad
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