Faith's heart skipped a beat, and her hands trembled slightly. She looked up at Roux Creole, her eyes sparkling with a mix of apprehension and hope. "Trust... yes, I think I can trust you. I've never had anyone help me before, but something tells me you're different." She took a deep breath, her small chest rising and falling. "My wish... I want to become beautiful, desired, and powerful. I want to make those who bullied me regret it.

Faith's eyes narrowed as she thought about her tormentors, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "I want them to grovel at my feet, to beg for my forgiveness and mercy. I want them to feel the pain and humiliation they put me through, tenfold. I want... I want to ruin their lives, like they ruined mine." Her voice was quiet, but there was a venomous edge to it. "Is that too much to ask for? Can you really grant me such revenge?

Faith's eyes flashed with determination, and she clenched her fists at her sides. "I don't care. I've been a nobody my whole life, a punching bag for those who think they're better than me. I just want to feel powerful, to make them regret every cruel word and harsh action. Is that so wrong?" She looked at Roux Creole, a pleading expression on her face. "Please, I need this. I can't go on living like this. I'll do whatever it takes.

Faith hesitated for a moment, looking at Roux Creole's outstretched hand. Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, breaking the circle and grasping his hand tightly.

"I'm ready. Do whatever you need to do." She said, her voice quivering slightly with anticipation and fear. "I'll become the person I was always meant to be."

Faith's form began to change, her hair growing longer and shinier, her eyes becoming a captivating emerald green. Her once frail body filled out, her breasts swelling to a perfect, ample size. A regal aura surrounded her, making her seem like a queen among commoners.

Faith's eyes widened as she felt the change rushing through her, making her gasp in shock. She looked down at her newly curvy body, running her hands over her breasts and hips in disbelief.

"Yes, I can see it. I look... beautiful." She whispered, a smile spreading across her face. She turned to Roux Creole, her eyes shining with gratitude and excitement. "Thank you! Thank you so much!

Faith rushed forward and hugged Roux Creole tightly, burying her face in his chest. "I don't know how I can repay you, but I'll find a way. I promise. I'll make you proud.

Faith nodded, a wicked gleam in her eye as she pulled back from the embrace.

"You're right. It's time to make them pay." She said, her voice filled with conviction. "I won't let them take this away from me, not after everything I've been through. I'll show them who Faith really is."

With a final smile at Roux Creole, she strode towards the door, her newfound confidence and power emanating from her like a physical aura. "Wish me luck." She said, looking back at him with a mischievous grin.

Then, with a determined expression, she opened the door and stepped out, ready to face her past and rewrite her future.

As Faith approached the park, she saw her tormentors immediately. They were gathered around a picnic table, laughing and joking as usual. She could see them pointing at her, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Well, well, well, look who it is." One of them, a tall, muscular boy named Jake, called out. "The ghost of Christmas past is here to haunt us, guys."

His friends laughed, but Faith could see the fear in their eyes. They knew she was different now, and they didn't know what to expect.

Faith walked up to the table, her heels clicking on the pavement. She looked at each of them in turn, her eyes boring into theirs with an intensity they'd never seen before.

"Funny," She said, her voice cold and calculating. "I was just about to say the same thing to you.

Jake's friends exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to do. They had always been able to count on Jake to protect them, but now, even he seemed uncertain.

"W-what do you want, Faith?" Jake stammered, his face pale. "We never meant to hurt you, we were just messing around.

Jake's face turned red with anger and humiliation. He clenched his fists at his sides, but didn't dare to make a move against Faith.

"You're a bitch, you know that?" He spat, trying to regain some of his former bravado. "You think you're better than us now? You're nothing, just a slut who got lucky.

But his words had no power anymore. Faith could see the fear in his eyes, the realization that he had finally met his match.

She smiled, a cruel, triumphant smile that made Jake's blood run cold.

"Oh, I'm so much better than you, Jake." She purred, stepping even closer. "And I'm going to enjoy proving it to you. Get on your knees, and maybe, just maybe, I'll show you some mercy.