You look fantastic today. You feel fantastic.

Kara looked at herself in the shining glass of the high rise. She had to admit, when she saw herself looking back, that she did look great. She felt it, too. It had taken months, but after sulking and the despairing futility she felt after the final failed attempt to return to size, but she finally had come around to feeling right with herself. She had learned to let go. She had learned to accept what had happened and realized just how much this great thing could be.

And it was all because a lady that offered her a pair of glasses.

Well, goggles really, but after they had proven to her they could make a pair to fit her gargantuan dome, she gave them a shot. The RCGs operated like a smartphone, a full pocket computer activated by her own thoughts. And that was useful as it is; Kara had almost forgotten how disconnected she felt from everyone simply by being too big to interact. But more importantly, they helped her. The RCGs sent tiny messages to remind her where things were around her. And how best she could avoid any inadvertent squashing or smashing of the world around her. If her tail was about to sweep a car away, if she was about to elbow a high rise, if she were going to step on some very unobservant pedestrian, the RCGs would carefully adjust her posture and position to keep her from causing any trouble. Once she stopped destroying things, it turned out a lot of those small people didn’t seem to take it so bad to having a skyscraper sized reptile lady around.

Now, some good social interaction and a severe curtailing of property damage isn’t going to make all of the things that had been dragging Kara down go away. But that’s where the RCGs did their most. Little messages everyday, little reminders and little realignments happened whenever Kara’s mind started to veer and spiral downward. She was super tall, yes, but comparatively she had lost weight and looked great. The RCGs reminded her to keep herself moving forward, to have a goal and to take care of herself. For the first time in her life Kara felt good enough to try. And after a while, she could see the results in her scales reflected off the mirror surface of the skyscrapers wherever she went.

All thanks to the RCGs. And all thanks to The Korps. Because, when she was just starting to look up, the woman behind the high tech goggles that gave her that rose tinted view offered her a job. Being as she was, Kara did know if she wanted, she probably could have just taken, but something about having a real place among people made things right, routine, and most importantly, normal. Without much else to do, she agreed. Whatever this company needed that a girl like her could do, she would offer.

Pick up, 6th Avenue and 88th Street. VIP.

Kara blinked, stepping back from her reminiscing and carefully hovering her talon over a bus as it passes beneath. Work called. She had to go pick up a passenger and rush them across town. As she turned and skipped down the busy city street, landing with deft accuracy and surprising speed, her RCGs flashed information and directions for the Counselor she was meant to ferry safely and swiftly to an important location. People courier wasn’t a job Kara ever expected when she was a small human, but damned if she didn’t love it. Just as much as she loved herself.

And the Korps.

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Art done by my very good friend  jdavis They are lovely.

The Korps created by  kraken

One more picture in the ever going story of Kara. This one takes place a little while after the last time you saw her. She looks a lot happier now, doesn't she? All it took was a special pair of glasses.