Alan becomes Alaina

She typed faster than he could finish the sentence. She had a preset ready to go from earlier brainstorming and now was as good a time as any to use it:

[PROFILE MODE: EXTERNAL OVERLAY – SUBJECT: ALAN RHETT]
[TARGET TRANSFORMATION: ALAINA RHETT]
Age: 25
Gender: Female (Modified)
Attributes: Retain academic baseline. Enhance: sexual dimorphism, breast volume (32F), waist: hip ratio, skin luminosity. Style Bias: {smart-professor meets librarian kink.}
Mental Overlay: Retain memory, adjust self-perception to match reality.
External perception: USER ONLY.

Unlike her previous alterations, this was one was set to retroactively integrate the change, the broad-scale effects, into the wider world. For everyone except herself, of course.

She paused. Looked over her shoulder. “Ever wonder what it’d be like to walk in heels and own the room? Just for five minutes?”

Alan’s lips parted. “Wait, what are you-”

She hit EXECUTE. The RAC pulsed.

And reality fractured.

Not loudly. Not visibly. Just…revised.

Unlike the gradual reshaping that Sadie experienced herself, Alan’s form shimmered at the edge of perception, like a stone dropped into still water. The air around them vibrated, just briefly, before settling.

Sadie blinked once. Alan was gone.

Instead, Alaina Rhett now stood where he had, the change seamless yet absolutely staggering. Her transition hadn’t cracked through with fanfare - it had whispered itself into reality like a secret Sadie had always known.

The body in front of her still wore the same beige windbreaker, the same black slacks, but they clung differently now - tighter across the hips, smaller at the waist. The coat pulled slightly where it never had before, stretched across a pronounced curve of the chest that hadn’t existed seconds ago.

Her attention started at the center, she realized - just beneath the sternum. Where Alan’s ribcage had once been broad and flat, it had narrowed, cinched almost imperceptibly inward as flesh bloomed outward in balance. The clavicle tilted upward into a more delicate arc. Shoulders softened. Mass shifted lower.

Breasts - round, full, undeniably feminine. They didn’t jut like implants. They rested, with the kind of impossible bounce and gravity-defying softness Sadie had engineered into her own profile just hours ago. Easily an F-cup, as intended. High and proud on a chest that had never once imagined them.

Sadie exhaled slowly, eyes tracing every line.

The transformation had overlaid almost instantly from her perspective, like an afterimage, deliberate in its contrast to figure there just moments ago. His - her - neck was drawn longer, subtly more swanlike. The Adam’s apple gone, jawline melted into an elegant taper. Cheeks lifted into subtle apples, and her mouth… God, that mouth - softened into something just barely parted, like the beginning of a gasp or the end of a secret.

Her hips had widened. The slacks straining against the peach now underneath, seams taut. A curved silhouette had emerged from a frame that had once been boxy, hips rising into soft arcs as her pelvis tilted forward in a natural female sway. The swell of her backside had rounded beneath the fabric, high and perky, already pulling Sadie’s gaze.

Legs leaned out, calves shaped, thighs plush and touchable.

And her skin…so much warmer now! Luminous. Like candlelight had kissed it from within. That subtle glow that always suggested good genes, better lighting, and even better hydration.

Her hair had lengthened from the RAC’s work - glossy and deep brunette, coiling into a messy, intellectual bun at the nape of her neck, tendrils left strategically loose. A few strands framed her now-gorgeous face, lending her a kind of studied, seductive absentmindedness.

The final touch: her posture had adjusted itself. Subtly at first - shoulders back, chest forward - but then her stance had changed entirely. Her weight settled differently. One hip cocked. To anyone watching, she simply looked like a beautiful woman who’d been standing there all along.

And Alaina believed that. Completely.

She blinked, unfazed.

“You really shouldn't be down here,” she said, and her voice was velvet - low, articulate, with a sweet rasp tucked beneath the consonants. “This area’s locked after midnight.”

Sadie blinked.

Alaina tilted her head. “Are you even a student?”

Sadie took a step forward, heart pounding.

“You don’t remember,” she whispered. “You don’t feel any different?”

Alaina frowned. “Should I?”

Sadie didn’t answer. Couldn’t. She was too focused on how her transformed breasts shifted naturally as she gestured - how they pressed softly into the line of her coat with every breath, completely unaware of the erotic power she carried. Her arm moved to tuck hair behind her ear. It jiggled. She didn’t notice. Sadie almost moaned.

“You’re cute,” she said instead, under her breath.

Alaina narrowed her eyes. “Excuse me?”

Sadie stepped closer. “Do you always wear your hair up like that?”

Alaina blinked, distracted for a second. “I…I think so.”

Sadie’s hand hovered, not quite touching. “Your skin is glowing. Like, insane. What are you using?”

Alaina glanced down at her arms, brow wrinkling faintly. “Just… soap? Why are you acting like-”

“Do you feel the weight shift?” Sadie asked, voice low, hungry. “In your chest? Your hips? The way your thighs move when you shift?”

Alaina’s eyes narrowed again, defensive, skeptical. “Excuse me? What are you trying to pull?”

Sadie smiled, slow and luxurious. “Nothing. Just observing.”

She drifted in a slow circle around Alaina, admiring the way she stood so naturally in this stolen skin, legs slightly parted, stance confident, unaware of the erotic absurdity of her own silhouette. She hadn’t noticed the way her heels clacked slightly louder. Hadn’t realized she’d moved her hand from her hip to her waist—an ****, self-embracing gesture.

Deep down, Jon’s mind was racing over the information now presenting itself in Alaina.

Sadie’s gaze settled on the swell of her breasts again, rising gently with breath.

“You carry it well,” she murmured.

“Carry what?” Alaina snapped, a little too quick.

Sadie leaned in, just inches from her face. “Being this beautiful.”

Alaina flushed.

There was no recognition. No embarrassment. Just the flicker of heat. The same confusion Sadie had seen in a mirror hours earlier, when Bella had first breathed. A girl who didn’t quite understand why her body felt so alive.

Sadie let the tension thicken like syrup between them.