Emily typed "Janet Norman" into the search bar, and what she saw left her stunned.
The photos that appeared were a far cry from the image she had of Janet. Gone was the once sweet and innocent girl-next-door; in her place was someone almost unrecognizable—thick layers of makeup, bold red lips, and outfits that left little to the imagination. Janet Norman had transformed into a s.ultry, over-the-top icon of sensuality, with every photo more provocative than the last.
Emily shook her head in disbelief. The Janet she had known was soft, elegant, and delicate. Now, it seemed like she was trying to be someone entirely different, someone she wasn't.
Ken, noticing Emily's reaction, leaned over, grinning. "Quite the transformation, huh? You think she's hot?"
Emily gave a half-nod, followed by a shrug. "She’s attractive, sure. But... it’s too much. It doesn’t seem like her."