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Chapter 17 - 17 - Transition from Fat to fit (2)
Chapter 17 - 17 - Transition from Fat to fit (2)
Chapter 17: Chapter 17 - Transition from Fat to fit (2)
As I entered the lavishly furnished bathroom of the seaside mansion, a sense of excitement filled the air.
The butler had spared no expense in preparing this bath, knowing my transformation needed careful attention.
The bathtub was a work of art, a gleaming marble basin that could comfortably fit two. It was filled to the brim with warm water, carefully regulated for comfort.
Imported oils and soaps awaited me on a marble slab nearby.
Their scents were captivating, a blend of exotic spices and delicate florals. Each bottle displayed intricate designs, showing their rarity and worth.
I added a few drops of scented oil to the water, watching it disperse its aroma.
With the care of an expert, I selected a creamy bar of soap that lathered easily, promising to cleanse and rejuvenate.
Relaxing in the fragrant water, I couldn't help but sigh with contentment.
The oils left my skin soft, and the soap banished the day's weariness. I closed my eyes and enjoyed a moment of relaxation.
After a while, I knew it was time to leave the bath. As I stood before the ornate mirror, I was taken aback.
My black hair framed a handsome face, and my skin glowed with vitality. My eyes, a shade of light gold, held a quiet intensity.
I traced my hand along my firm, well-defined body, a testament to my dedication and the Zendal bracelet's power.
In that moment, I felt reborn. The reflection in the mirror showed a nobleman of unparalleled allure, ready to face the world.
With newfound confidence, I wrapped myself in a plush robe and left the bathroom, ready to embrace the challenges and adventures beyond these opulent walls.
Once I had left the revitalizing bath and admired my transformed appearance, it was time to don a nobleman's attire that would match my newfound charisma.
The butler had prepared an ensemble fit for a prince, one that would surely command attention and admiration.
The outfit was laid out meticulously on the ornate four-poster bed. The garments were crafted from the finest materials, a testament to the mansion owner's wealth and taste.
First, I picked up a soft, white linen shirt with delicate lace cuffs. As I fastened the pearl buttons, a sense of elegance settled over me.
Next came tailored midnight blue trousers that hugged my legs, showcasing my strength.
A matching belt with a polished silver buckle completed the ensemble.
The velvet jacket, a deep sapphire, cinched at the waist, accentuating my frame. It was adorned with intricate embroidery, a testament to exceptional craftsmanship.
As I slipped into the jacket, I couldn't help but admire the luxury it exuded.
The velvet felt sumptuous, and the weight of the fabric was a reminder of the privilege I now held.
For footwear, polished black leather shoes were comfortable and impeccably crafted, the perfect choice for a man of style and substance.
The final touch was a burgundy silk cravat, tied in a simple yet elegant knot.
As I stood before the mirror once more, I marveled at the transformation.
The man who gazed back at me was no longer the overweight, unremarkable Zeph of the past. He was a vision of noble refinement, a man of stature and charisma.
With newfound confidence, I left the room, ready to embrace the challenges and opportunities that awaited me beyond the mansion's walls.
My attire spoke of power, elegance, and a determination to conquer whatever lay ahead.
Finally, the day of departure had arrived.