**Chapter 1: A New Face, A New Life**

Big Madam, formerly known as Big Man, sat in front of the mirror, scrutinizing her new reflection. The strawberry blonde wig, the layers of makeup, and the curves of her new feminine figure all blended together to create a persona that was far removed from her past. It had been a month since she fled her old life, leaving behind a trail of debts, ruined lives, and a long list of warrants for her arrest. Human trafficking, a charge that would put her behind bars for a lifetime, was the final straw. Changing genders was her best bet at escaping the law, and she had spared no expense in achieving this transformation. The past few weeks had been a blur of small towns and rundown motels, all in an effort to lay low and avoid detection. But Big Madam, now self-named 'Bertha,' craved excitement, craved power, and craved control. She longed for the thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline that came with outsmarting her pursuers. And so, she had set her sights on the quaint town of Willow Creek, a place where everyone knew everyone, and outsiders were rare. As Bertha strolled down the main street, her ample frame swaying with each step, she noticed a group of children playing outside the local park. Among them was a boy with the most striking features she had ever laid eyes on – short, white hair that framed his heart-shaped face, and piercing red eyes that sparkled like rubies in the sunlight. His skin was a radiant, pearly white, and his tiny nose was slightly upturned, giving him an endearingly cute appearance. Bertha's gaze locked onto the boy, and she couldn't help but be drawn to him. She made her way over, a wide smile plastered on her face, and cleared her throat to announce her presence. The children turned to look at her, but the boy with the captivating red eyes remained fixed on the sandcastle he was building. "Hi there, little one," Bertha cooed, trying her best to sound sweet and non-threatening. "What's your name?" The boy looked up, his eyes locking onto Bertha's, and replied in the most adorable voice she had ever heard, "I'm Suzuya." Bertha's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of Suzuya's innocent face. "That's such a pretty name," she said, trying to sound gentle. "And how old are you, Suzuya?" Suzuya's response was immediate. "I'm five!" Bertha's eyes lit up with excitement. "You're so beautiful, Suzuya. You have the most gorgeous features – your hair, your eyes, your skin... You're like a little doll, a precious gem." She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Suzuya's cheek, her large, obese frame towering over the small child. Suzuya's face began to scrunch up, and he took a step back, his eyes darting towards the other children, who were watching the scene with interest. "I... I have to go," he stammered, his voice trembling. Bertha's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered, not wanting to scare the child away. "Okay, sweetie, it was nice meeting you. Maybe I'll see you around town?" Suzuya nodded hastily and turned to run, his little legs carrying him away from Bertha as fast as they could. Bertha watched him go, a calculating glint in her eye. She followed him at a distance, careful not to be seen, and took note of the small house he entered. A plan began to form in her mind, one that involved the adorable Suzuya and the life she had always wanted. Bertha's lips curled into a wicked smile as she whispered to herself, "I want him... and I always get what I want." The thrill of the chase was on, and Bertha was ready to play.