Dawn came too fast.
Always did these days.
Grace stepped outside and stretched, expecting the usual symphony of pain from her muscles.
Nothing.
No screaming joints. No protesting tendons. Just... good. She felt good.
[What the heck?]
"Holy shit."
Grace turned. Seraph stood there with her mouth hanging open like she'd seen a ghost.
"What?"
"Look at you!" Seraph practically ran over and started poking Grace's arm. Then her other arm. Then her stomach. "You've got actual muscles now! Like, real ones!"
Grace looked down at herself.
Huh.
She did.
Now, by no means had she suddenly become Seraph's identical little sister or anything, but she had muscles. Her arms had definition that definitely wasn't there a week ago. Actual biceps. Her stomach felt firmer, with the hint of abs showing through. Her legs looked stronger, more toned. And her chest...
[Wait. Hold up. Did my boobs get bigger again?]
