New Fates: Zendaya

Still working on that mental health stuff, but I was using Stable Diffusion and this popped out. I think she honestly looks great, so I finally felt inspired to work on something. Hope you enjoy, and thank you all for your patience as I try to get back on track.

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Zendaya sighed; another movie, another glamorous premiere that Zendaya had to get dressed up and prance around for pictures from the ever-hungry paparazzi and other journalists. At least she was going to this one with her boyfriend, Tom. There were times that she missed being an relative unknown in Hollywood, when she was just starting out and the challenges that she had faced. Don’t get her wrong, she loved being an A-List celebrity now with her face almost everywhere and the money she was making, but Zendaya felt that part of the ‘magic’ had maybe been lost in her meteoric rise to fame.

“Zen! Over here! Right here! Let me do my magic! I’ll make you famous all over again, girl!” A man’s voice called out, and the stunningly good looking American actress rolled her eyes.

‘Yeah, good luck with that…’ She snarked to herself as she turned for a picture, only for the flash to be painfully bright! She felt dizzy all of a sudden, and reached out for Tom’s shoulder...Only to feel the cold metal of a dumpster in her hand! 

“Ugh, prick…” She groaned, shaking her head as she regained her balance.

The after-images of the flash faded as Zendaya rapidly blinked them away. And then the other sensations came to her. It was warm and humid, a change from the chilly LA night, and there was an awful smell surrounding her. The actress realized that she was somehow in an alley next to a dirty looking red door? And she was no longer wearing her slightly advant-garde dress, but was wearing some gold and green sparkly...uniform? It looked nice but the scratchy feel of it told her it was made of cheap material. In the distance, there was the sound of a busy city, cars honking and the dull roar of a great many people out and about…And the dimming neon signs around her buzzed and glowed in a language she knew she shouldn't understand, but...did? Wait, it was supposed to be night, why was the sky so bright!?

"What the hell?" She said out loud, and a hand went up to her mouth. Her voice was different! And the words she had said…Zendaya KNEW what she had said but knew the words hadn’t sounded ANYTHING like they would have before! The actress could feel just from covering her mouth that her face was different as well! And her hair…It no longer had it’s natural curls and was straight, a bit short and shades darker than it was supposed to be! She looked down to find a puddle at her feet and gasped in shock! She…she looked ASIAN!? Her eyes were no longer round and large, instead taking on an almond slant. Her nose was still more or less the same, giving her an even more exotic look…But her mouth was small different, her skin a soft mix between her former light brown and whatever new pale tone made up the other half of her new genetics. There was JUST enough of her original appearance that she recognized herself, but most of her was a stranger, some girl she didn’t know staring back at her.

“Oh god, what happened to me!?” Zendaya whispered in the foreign voice that she now possessed. She stumbled forward on legs that felt far too thin and weak. She was no fitness star and hadn’t yet had to have movie roles that required her to get buff but she had never felt this, well, SMALL. Not to mention that her chest was practically non-existent now! The only curves she did seem to have were her hips, and those were hardly there at all! She looked down at her tiny feet that were fitted into a pair of even tinier heels that were the same glittery green-gold as the rest of whatever she was wearing, and pain radiated up her legs with each timid, clumsy step. She leaned against a dumpster and, despite the dirty conditions of the alleyway, pried her new feet free of their prisons, sighing in relief as the restricting footwear released her feet from their constraints.The immediate pain taken care of, Zendaya took a steadying breath and tried to make sense of the world around her. The neon signs, now barely lit against the rising sun, were a bit easier to read in whatever language her brain was now processing. It was clearly some kind of Eastern alphabet, the strange symbols looked nothing like anything else she’d seen. Maybe she was just in Chinatown? But where was Tom, then? Her boyfriend wouldn’t just leave her hanging! Zendaya took a few damp steps towards the end of the alley and the dull roar of the city came into a bit more focus. And the sheer amount of people told her that she was, indeed, not in Chinatown. She was in the heart of a glittering metropolis! Towering skyscrapers rose overhead, glittering in the morning sun. Familiar and strange vehicles puttered past on the broad, paved street, and everyone looked, well, Asian. She was a smart girl, and even if she was on the verge of being overwhelmed, she was keeping her panic at this incredibly terrifying situation under control. For now. She cast her gaze upwards to the signs that now hung over her head, taking in the surroundings as best she could and trying not to think about what understanding every single strange sign meant.

‘Pawn shop open 24 hours’ Was just that, a pawn shop. A grizzled old man and woman were sitting outside, their wrinkled faces a look of perpetual unhappiness as they watched the crowds move around them. ‘Fresh food!’ Read another, and it was clearly just a bodega. Nothing too out of place there, aside from the fact that she was literally on the other side of the world in a city she knew nothing about, and in a body that was ever so clearly NOT hers. The stranded and scared actress craned her head to read the sign that was above her. ‘Hotel of Dreams: Best prices, best girls!’ “What? Best girls?” Zendaya blinked in confusion at the last one, but the moment was short lived as a angry looking man burst out of the red door behind her, his eyes dark pits of rage as he looked up and down the alley before locking on Zendaya’s alarmed looking face.

“There you are! Your break was over five minutes ago! You have a client waiting!” The man hissed, stomping towards her and grabbing her much tinier wrist in his large and powerful hand. A flare of pain shot through her arm and she let out a screech. “Oh shut up! You want to be a movie star someday? You gotta be prompt for the clients! This guy is BIG! You make him happy and we BOTH benefit!”

“L-let go of me!” Zendaya shouted back, only to be tugged along by the man towards the red door. The dark interior was suddenly more terrifying than ANYTHING else the transformed actress had encountered, and she had a feeling that if she was pulled through it she’d never see her home again! She had to get away! But this body was so SMALL and this man, whoever the hell he was, was so BIG! All she could do was beat him harmlessly on the arm as they reached the red door. Odd smells and loud music were coming from inside, deepening her fear of stepping through the threshold.

“SEO-YUN YOU WILL STOP RIGHT NOW!” The man boomed, and Zendaya froze in place, practically cowering before him as she clung to the door’s frame, inches from what felt like death. Was…was that her name now? Was she no longer Zendaya Maree Stoermer Coleman? Something in her felt like it withered as her grip started to give. “I know that it is a lot. But if you want to get out of here, get to America like you keep talking about, you have to make the tough decisions. Make this Miguk happy, he’ll buy you new tits and a new ass, and then you can start making movies!” The man’s voice was softer now, but still just as urgent as he gave Zendaya…Or was it Seo-Yun, now? A firm shake of the shoulders.

“Wh-what kind of movies?” The terrified, confused, and now on the verge of breaking down actress whispered as she stared through bleary eyes at the interior of the building. She could see other girls in uniforms just like hers…but in various states of undress. Some were guiding men into private rooms.

‘No. Please NO! Tom, MOM! DAD! SOMEONE SAVE ME!’ She screamed in mental anguish as her legs threatened to give out from her. But no one came for her, and her grip on the door frame faltered just enough for this man, whoever her was, to shake her hand loose and begin pulling her through the dark threshold, all with a predatory smile.

“Seo-Yun, you play your cards right, once you get to America you’ll be the most famous porn star in the world!” The man said, and pulled Zendaya, now Seo-Yun, inside to her new fate, starting all over as an unknown, facing strange new challenges for the dream of being a...star.