Final Form Ass

This ass is always one procedure away from their final form. Just the jaw. Then the eyes. Then, maybe, the hairline, and then, they promise, they will be done, ascended, complete. There is a folder of surgeon consultations. There is a mood board of other people's faces. The current face, the real one, is treated as a rough draft, a placeholder awaiting the update. They have never once looked in the mirror and seen a finished person. Ascension is always next quarter, and it recedes exactly as fast as they approach it.