I am a woman; 22 years of age. I had just hit my growth spurt that had been delayed due to my draconic heritage deciding to manifest early at the tender age of two. Thus learning everything about my family line and all of their secrets throughout my entire life. My growth spurt had made me go from 4'2 to 5'11, my smoky quartz brown eyes with slit pupils had somehow gotten a brown opal effect, my slightly chubby but not overweight body had gone completely and I now have a slim and slender body, all of fat was burned and distributed throughout my now taller and obviously bigger body. I have developed curves that I am not used to it. The only kind of curves I am used to is my thick thighs. But now. Now I have my entire body's developed into that (I've been told by other female students) of a super model. The first few months were hell as I had to eat a couple of semi trucks worth of food so that my body doesn't eat itself. The Student Council and The Ironheart Society had to pool money together and use every member to help with my sudden change. I still can't look Jo in the eye because he saw me incredibly vulnerable. Along with Caesar. The Japanese Branch practically had a field day. During that time I would quite literally rip food apart and leave nothing but wrappers as I even eat the bones. The Japanese Branch still want answers of how I manage to drink canned and bottled drinks without breaking the said containers, didn't matter if it was aluminum, plastic or glass, the only sign that it was drunk from is the puncture marks near the top of said drinks. The tops still completely intact as if it were still sealed. I have a slender and petite frame which was quickly filling out so that my figure becomes a hybrid of a hour glass and a pear. My breasts have gotten almost uncomfortably bigger as have my ass, my stomach doesn't bulge out at all. Just great. I don't need to get a boob or butt job, all I have to do is literally hit my belated growth spurt and if I want to have a bigger boobs or ass is to eat either high amounts of sugar (goes to the ass) or high amounts of fat (goes straight to the boobs), my female peers, upperclassmen and professors says I've been blessed. I think I've been cursed as the smallest I could get (if I am starved or going under treatment) is BB-CC+ and it'll just get bigger and I'd rather not get bigger. My body is meant to take all sorts of strain so I have no doubts that I can maintain the large melons that most males would like. But unfortunately for them, I workout/train regularly. I have energy to spare and my enemies loathe me for it.
My hair had gotten a whole lot longer...it also changed color, brownish black with a pastel blue streak on the right of my face at the front to deep pink with glittering vivid sky blue, hell my bangs got longer. I look like I came from one of those dress up games and that's from when I couldn't cut my hair because my body was going through all it's changes at once. And I couldn't do anything but eat until the changes stopped. I went from long hair that empresses would be envious of to well done short graduated layered bob with blunt over eyes bangs even though it almost naturally becomes sideswiped. But when short it'll be more manageable. You should've seen Nina's face when I showed back up to school with my hair back short. Priceless. She cried because we can no longer be long haired princesses like she really wanted and was excited for. I throw all the cut hair into the compost bin within my home. She ain't getting it anytime soon. My pale tan skin had become that of expresso beauty. I had to get a new ID. I have my photos of what I looked like before this incredibly sudden change, the transitioning and the end result. It'll be in the school year book no matter how many back I broke trying to get that little montage out of my sudden change. A sudden metamorphosis what they call it. I'll take up it's own chapter in the yearbook. I had broken a lot of backs and shattered the skeleton of the editor and chief, it's still gonna stay. It still annoys me to this day.

I now live in a house of my own. With a few acres of land to myself, to which I take very good care of. Both the land and the house. I don't invite people to my home because it is my sanctuary and the only time that any of the college has stayed in my home is when they were critically injured and had to lay low for a while.

Present Time

I'm walking home; walking through the city that I live in, mission completed and I'm finishing up my report via my phone as I walk. Once I hit submit, I know I'm going to get a ton of cash from this particular mission. I put my phone in my pocket and continue walking home. I take multiple paths home, I'm wearing a very cute pastel yellow and white Lolita dress, solid yellow thigh high stockings and white Loltia heels. Yes, I like Lolita fashion. Fight me. I even have a matching jacket with this dress, it's a white tench coat with fleece lining. I would walk through alleyways and backroads to get home and to avoid people.
I'm walking along one of these backroads when I noticed something peculiar. Someone, a man, riddled with bullet holes and blade slashes/stabbing, is bleeding out rapidly. I didn't notice anything beyond the fact that he needs help and he'll die if he doesn't get it. I tried to stop the bleeding with a few of the bandage pellets that are on my hands, a temporary fix. But enough to stop the bleeding in it's tracks until I get home and properly clean his wounds and to well; keep him alive. I put him onto my back, his consciousness flickering in and out and guttural sound from him, not in disagreement but in agony and is in too much pain to make intelligible language. Once he's positioned onto my back and my god this guy is huge. I then begin to run. I use my inhuman speed to my advantage and to scale across buildings without much difficultly. You'd be surprised just how little cars has a flight option. Hover boards are plenty. I run throughout the city, barely noticed by the masses, even though many try to catch a hybrid mid leap. Everyone has gotten caught at least once...everyone but me. I am far more cautious than any of the Hybrids; Professor Horatius practically begs me to relax along with over two thirds of the upperclassmen. Which clearly has been in my favor as I haven't been on the front page of the school paper for Hybrid sitings.
My house is a bit unique from the rest of my neighborhood, Professor Horatius had bought the land that would make an entire street (if not a development and a half if land hasn't been taken up) and then some and left me designing the house. When I first won the house that is. I had designed a completely environment friendly house. The house roof is made of hybrid of solar tiles and roof shingles, the house itself is made of recycled material and one of a kind circuitry. Any or all waste made by construction was recycled and turned into compost or turned into clay and made into fencing that outlines my entire property. Top tier security and one of a kind locks with keys. All gates are locked unless I will them too when I am home or a friend decided to stop by for a surprise visit (which is never, everyone I know calls first). It's clear as day that it's private property as all of my sidewalk, pathways, patio and garage are stark white. The fence are a mixture of wire and metal and the gate itself is a thing of beauty, pure metalwork that can kill you if you try and trespass. The keyhole can't easily be found unless you know what your doing. I designed the damn thing and I can find it easily.

I manage to get to my front gate, pull out my keys, which all are unique in their own right and unlocked the gate straight away and then running through the path, the gate closes with force and a quickness that it locks itself once it closes, unless I am there to hold it open, it'll close and lock on it's own. I ran to my front door and with a different key I unlocked the front door and I can hear the bandages beginning to break. I got in, running through the front of the house, the door is haphazardly closed as I levitate the male into the air place my open trench coat onto the coach and gently put the male onto the coat, good thing too. Blood began to gush all over my coat; I'm not worried as my coat is made of very absorbent material as it doubles as armor or protective gear but blood is a pain to clean. I ran to the downstairs bathroom and under the sink, the med kit is a reflective silver mini suitcases, the electric scarlet cross in the center practically glows in the dark. The best thing about this med kit? The longer it's not in use, the more potent the medicine and tools are. This particular kit; hasn't been used in months. I open the kit and tools, rolls, orbs and bottles begin to float in translucent light emanating from the kit, everything within the kit is floating from it. I then began to treat the male that is now bleeding all over my couch and thoroughly staining my coat. My coat became the operating table as the reflective light from the med kit made him, myself and my coat had been lifted into the air and whatever was under the injured becomes the operating table.

Thank GOD for those classes of the medicinal field.

The man had twenty three bullets in him and those were machine gun rounds, he also had three rounds from an antitank rifle, five from snipers, a few from a revolver and a few from a pistol. Over all, the man had 500 bullets in him. He should be dead but his heart is still beating and I had pulled three bullets from there along with five large pieces of shrapnel...and a broken blade from a switchblade from his liver. How the hell is this man alive? I thought as I stitch him up and look at all the debris that was in him, including what would was in the back of his head. Including bits of the blade of an axe. I look at them with the 'what the fuck is with this dude? He should be dead!! Is he kin to The Punisher or something?' look on my face, those thoughts running though my head as I clean his wounds, stitched up the more serious ones that actually needs stitches and then wrapped him up in black gauze with blood red crosses upon them, the black gauze with blood red crosses will help him regain all the blood that he had lost as he recovers. I put him onto the other couch from the one he had completely stained with blood. I had given him one of the comfiest throw pillows I have (they're different sizes with a beautiful bleeding heart that bleeds stars with stars within the heart, the colors are pink, blue and green). I went to the hidden linen closet that's directly next to the end table near the wall, it's a pocket door, I grabbed a perfectly folded white fluffy blanket with royal purple swirl designs on it, unfurl it and gently placed it over him, The procedure had already taken off his shoes and his clothes...replaced it with powder blue pajama like clothing that is going to help him with recovery. I grab a syringe with a amber liquid within it, I applied the liquid into the base of his neck, just above his shoulder and seeing it go into his bloodstream...all of his veins are becoming onto display as the amber fluid goes through him. It's a medical formula that is to help internal damage that he had sustained and to help him with you know regaining blood. Now I have a good look at him as I clean the injection site and placed a bandaid on it, black with lush green cross this time, the green is to keep him healthy and so that he doesn't get any sort of infection or diseases. To basically not get sick while he's unconscious. The bandaid will come off on it's own when he wakes up or if he's becoming ill, until the illness is completely prevented. The man is out cold. No natural disaster will wake him now. Not with all the medicine pumping through his veins. Including painkillers and anesthetics.

I kept the debris and all the things that were in him because it's a major accomplishment for me. I had used my medicinal skills on practice dummies, Lumin when he volunteers to help me with keeping my skills sharp, or on myself when there's no help for miles. I put the debris into a reflective white metal box with a pair of glittering gold embedded circles with a crimson cross in the center. It's my souvenirs for my first major operation and it's a success. The box will preserve what is stored in it, none of it has of my fingerprints as all of them were placed into a see through electric bubble as the operation went on. Once stored and sealed. I put the box in my room as the box was stored downstairs in the closet that is connected to the stairs. My room is upstairs. I sigh. as I head to the laundry room which is again downstairs. The laundry room has all of my cleaning supplies within it. It's an actual laundry room with shelves and it's own closet where the dryer sheets and jars filled with different colored orbs, some are powder, some are liquid and some are the mixture of the two. I walk through the closet and get the large bottle sealed tightly, a few other bottles, a hand scrub brush and a washcloth.
I went into the living room, where my stained couch and coat are. I set down all of my cleaning supplies and get my coat. I empty the pockets of my coat. Put it all aside and then throw the coat into the washing machine. "I'm in for some heavy duty cleaning." I muttered to myself. "But complaining isn't going to get you anywhere, Crystallia." I mutter bitterly and just got started on the high amounts of cleaning that is getting blood out of anything. I had also closed my front door properly and locked it before I got to the heavy amounts of cleaning. I'm just glad I held firm on the couch cover on the other couch that the male is now laying on.
I probably need to open the windows.