Sierra Maddox Richards let out a loud squeal of glee as she finally managed to flip her self defense instructor onto the mat. She was in one of the Facility's exclusive gyms, clad in a sky blue criss cross sports bra and matching yoga pants, her long blond hair currently in a braid. Considering her wealth, looks and status, that she might be targeted for a mugging or even something more nefarious, so self defense lessons had been added to her program and today was the first time she'd managed to get the better of Neo, the jovial Hawaiian trainer they'd assigned her to.
"Good work, Mrs. Richards," Neo told her as she got back to his feet, "I think that's a good note to end our session on."
Sierra giggled, "you're just saying that because I totally beat you, but fine." She'd built up a good sweat during their practice and greedily gulped down some water as she stepped out of the class. She turned and headed for the lockers, looking to shower and change before lunch. It had been over a week since her test drive, and over half a month into her readjustment, she was given more independence within the facility than she had at first. Tracey was still with her a lot of the time, but she felt like she was no longer constantly monitored, trusted to take herself from session to session without cutting class so to speak. And why would she want to? Everything they were having her do and learn was either fun or useful, not anything like the horror show she'd imagined when she first arrived.
In the locker room she peeled off her sweaty gym clothes, taking a moment to check herself out as she did so. Sierra didn't think she was a conceited woman, but damn had they done a good job on her body. She looked like the platonic ideal of a blonde bombshell, with perfect curves, glorious golden hair and a drop dead gorgeous face, complete with pouting lips, big blue eyes and a small pert nose. Honestly more and more she was thinking that even when she wished things back to normal, she might keep her new body since it was so obviously superior to her old one.
She showered quickly, not being able to necessarily enjoy it as much as she wanted to since she didn't want to fall behind schedule. After lunch that day she was undergoing some sort of special meditation at the Memory Center, and Tracey had made it sound like a big deal. Of course she made sure to assiduously go through her hair care routine, drenching her locks in rose scented shampoo and conditioner; great hair like hers required maintenance after all.
Afterwards she redressed in a belted teal silk long sleeve blouse with a plunging neckline, tight white capris, low, for her, 2' white heels, and of course her jewelry. Today it was a pair of golden hoops, a ruby pendant necklace, and a simple celtic knot ring. She frowned at the last piece; it was bothering her more and more that she didn't have an engagement ring or wedding band to wear. Okay, so maybe she'd never technically met Olivia, at least since she'd been Olivia, but going out without her wedding set just felt wrong to Sierra. She was Mrs. Richards after all. Shaking it off, she set off towards lunch to meet with Tracey.
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