Jazmine Jade: Reborn Pt. 2

Jazmine meticulously finished her makeup routine, the last strokes of her mascara wand adding the final touches to her voluminous lashes. She had gone for a sultry, seductive look today, with smoky eyes that emphasized her deep-set eyes, a touch of highlighter on her cheekbones to give her that ethereal glow, and a bold, crimson lipstick that made her lips look irresistibly kissable.

She had started with a hydrating primer, followed by a dewy foundation that matched her skin tone perfectly. She contoured her face lightly, just enough to accentuate her natural features, and applied a peach blush to the apples of her cheeks. For her eyes, she used a dark brown eyeshadow as the base, blended it with a rich black to create depth, and finished with a shimmery gold in the inner corners to make her eyes pop.

Her eyebrows were meticulously groomed and filled in with a dark brown pencil, giving them a perfect arch. Finally, she set everything with a translucent powder and a spritz of setting spray to ensure her makeup stayed flawless all day.

As for her outfit, Jazmine chose a black bra under her sheer, pale pink blouse. She paired it with a tight, high-waisted pencil skirt in a matching pale pink that hugged her curves and ended just above her knees, accentuating her hourglass figure. Underneath, she wore a pair of black panties that matched her bra and a garter belt holding up sheer black stockings with a delicate seam running up the back. Her heels were sky-high, black stilettos that made her legs look impossibly long.

Jazmine headed downstairs, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors. She found Clea in the kitchen, already engrossed in a phone call with a cup of coffee in hand. Despite the conversation, Clea turned and greeted Jazmine with their daily ritual hug, holding her close for a moment before returning to her call. Jazmine poured herself a cup of coffee, listening intently to Clea’s side of the conversation.

“Yes, we’re definitely starting the shoot again tomorrow. The new actor for Jared’s role has been confirmed. No, there won’t be any more delays. Yes, everything’s set.” Clea’s voice was firm and authoritative, a stark contrast to the sweet smile she gave Jazmine.

Jazmine took a seat at the table, sipping her coffee. She observed Clea’s outfit: a fitted, navy blouse with a plunging neckline, tucked into a pair of high-waisted black trousers that flared slightly at the bottom. The blouse was made of a silky material that clung to Clea’s body, highlighting her curves. Her makeup was impeccable, with nude lipstick, subtle eyeshadow that brought out the green in her eyes, and a hint of blush. Her hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over her shoulders.

Clea finally ended her call and joined Jazmine at the table, her expression softening. “Good morning, Jazmine,” she said warmly. “I have some great news. The movie resumes tomorrow. Everything is set.”

“That’s wonderful,” Jazmine replied, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of getting back to work.

“And today, you’ll be meeting Kyle. We need to get things back on track,” Clea continued, her tone remaining sweet despite the frustration boiling beneath the surface. She silently prayed that the intensive regimen would ensure Jazmine wouldn’t mess up again. She glanced over Jazmine’s outfit and felt a surge of relief. Jazmine looked stunning, effortlessly embodying the sensuality and confidence they had worked so hard to cultivate.

Clea smiled, hiding her inner doubts. “You look amazing today, Jazmine. Perfect for meeting Kyle.”

“Thank you, Clea,” Jazmine said, beaming. She felt a rush of pride and excitement at Clea's words. She was ready to face the day, eager to embrace her new identity and the challenges ahead.

"Jazmine, we need to reapply your FemmePro before Kyle arrives," Clea said, her tone businesslike as she glanced at her watch.

Jazmine blinked, slightly taken aback. "Right now?"

"Yes, now. Come on, let's head to my room," Clea replied, already moving towards the stairs.

They made their way upstairs, the air thick with an unspoken tension. Once in Clea's room, Jazmine obediently removed her skirt, revealing the lace panties and garter belt she wore underneath. Clea retrieved the instructions from Dr. Harmon, carefully reading through the meticulous process for removing the prosthetic.

"Alright, let's get started," Clea murmured, her fingers working deftly at the seams of the FemmePro. Slowly, she began to peel away the semi-permanent adhesive, the prosthetic coming off bit by bit. Jazmine stood still, a mix of curiosity and apprehension flickering in her eyes.

As the last piece of the adhesive gave way, the prosthetic finally came off, revealing a sight neither had seen in a very long time: Jackson's cock and balls. Clea couldn't help but let out a soft, incredulous chuckle. It was much smaller than she remembered, nowhere near the size of Kyle or even the dildo Jazmine often used.

"Well, would you look at that," Clea mused, a mix of amusement and something else flickering in her eyes. Despite herself, she felt a pang of arousal at the sight. It had been far too long since she'd had any real action, and here was Jazmine, looking irresistibly hot and ****.

"Jazmine, let's have a little fun," Clea said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the length of Jazmine's cock. Jazmine shivered, her confusion evident. She had been so conditioned to feel like she had a pussy that the sensation was strange and foreign.

"Clea, what are you doing?" Jazmine asked, her voice a mix of confusion and arousal.

"Just relax, baby. Let me see if your little cock can get hard," Clea purred, her fingers continuing their slow, teasing exploration. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Jazmine's ear. "You like this, don't you? My pretty little slut."

Jazmine's breath hitched, her mind a whirl of conflicting sensations. She wanted to respond, to play along, but the feeling of Clea's touch on her cock was so alien, so different from the pleasure she was used to with the FemmePro.

"Mmm, Clea," Jazmine moaned, her body reacting despite her confusion. Her cock twitched slightly under Clea's ministrations, but it was clear it wasn't going to get fully hard.

"Looks like you've gotten used to your pussy, haven't you?" Clea teased, her fingers still working. "Doesn't matter. You're still my sexy little slut."

Jazmine whimpered, her conditioned mind struggling to reconcile the sensations. She was used to feeling pleasure from her fake pussy, the way it made her feel so feminine and desired. This was different, raw and strange, but somehow still arousing.

"Tell me how much you love it," Clea commanded, her voice taking on a harder edge.

"I... I love it, Clea," Jazmine whispered, her voice trembling.

"That's right, baby. You love being my sexy little slut, don't you?" Clea's hand moved faster, trying to coax a reaction from Jazmine's **** cock.

"Yes, I love it," Jazmine replied, her voice stronger now. The NLP phrases echoed in her mind, reinforcing her compliance and arousal. She felt a strange mix of pride and submission, wanting to please Clea even as her body struggled to respond in the way Clea wanted.

Clea watched Jazmine's reactions, a mix of frustration and arousal building within her. She couldn't deny the thrill she felt at seeing Jazmine like this, but it was clear that the conditioning had done its job too well. Jazmine's mind and body were so attuned to the FemmePro that this felt almost like a betrayal of her new identity.

With a sigh, Clea finally pulled her hand away. "Alright, Jazmine. We'll get your FemmePro back on. Kyle will be here soon, and we need you looking perfect."

Jazmine nodded, a sense of relief and disappointment washing over her. She watched as Clea began the process of reapplying the FemmePro, her mind drifting to the meeting with Kyle. The thought of seeing him again, of being desired and worshipped, sent a thrill through her. This was where she belonged, in this new identity that had been meticulously crafted for her.

Clea grabbed the instructions from Dr. Harmon, her eyes scanning the detailed steps. She couldn't deny the thrill she felt as she prepared to reapply the FemmePro to Jazmine. The sight of Jazmine, so effortlessly sexy and confident, made Clea's heart race. She'd been so busy lately, she hadn't had the time or opportunity to indulge in her own desires. But now, with Jazmine standing in her room, looking absolutely ravishing, she felt a surge of arousal she couldn't ignore.

"Okay, Jazmine, let's get this back on," Clea said, her voice husky with barely contained excitement.

Jazmine nodded, her confusion evident but trusting Clea completely. She stood still as Clea began the meticulous process of reapplying the FemmePro. Clea followed the instructions carefully, applying the adhesive and ensuring it was spread evenly. She pressed the prosthetic against Jazmine's skin, smoothing it out and making sure it adhered properly. The material felt eerily real under her fingers, a perfect fit designed specifically for Jazmine's body.

"There we go, all done," Clea said, stepping back to admire her work. Jazmine looked stunning, the FemmePro seamlessly blending with her skin, giving her an incredibly realistic appearance.

Clea couldn't help but let her eyes wander over Jazmine's body. Her breath hitched as she took in the sight. She had always found Jazmine attractive, but seeing her like this, knowing what was beneath the FemmePro, made her feel a heady mix of arousal and desire.

"Jazmine," Clea purred, stepping closer. "You look so fucking hot. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Jazmine blinked, her confusion deepening. "Clea, what are you talking about?"

Clea reached out, her hand tracing a path down Jazmine's arm. "I want you, Jazmine. I've wanted you for so long. I know you just love men so much, but don't you still find me attractive?"

Jazmine hesitated, her thoughts a jumble. "I... I do find you attractive, Clea. But... I don't know."

Clea chuckled softly, her fingers continuing their slow, tantalizing journey. "You sound like you've gotten too straight for your 'manager with benefits'."

Jazmine bit her lip, her mind racing. The conditioning had made her crave the attention and desire of men, but Clea's touch was awakening something else within her. She could feel the echoes of her old attraction, mixed with the new sensations of her conditioned self.

"Clea," Jazmine whispered, her voice trembling. "I..."

Clea's eyes lit up with a mixture of triumph and desire. "That's my girl," she whispered, leaning in to capture Jazmine's lips in a searing kiss.

The kiss was hard, intense, a clash of pent-up desire and raw emotion. Clea's hands roamed Jazmine's body, exploring every inch of her. Jazmine responded in kind, her confusion melting away in the heat of the moment.

They broke apart, gasping for breath. Clea's hands were on Jazmine's hips, pulling her closer. "God, you're so fucking hot," Clea murmured, her lips trailing down Jazmine's neck. Jazmine moaned softly, her hands tangling in Clea's hair.

Clea's lips found Jazmine's again, their kiss even more fervent than before. She could feel Jazmine's body responding, the subtle movements and soft moans driving her wild.

"Tell me how much you want it," Clea whispered against Jazmine's lips.

"I want it so much," Jazmine gasped, her body arching into Clea's touch. The words felt right, even as her mind struggled to reconcile the conflicting sensations.

Clea's hands moved lower, slipping beneath Jazmine's skirt to tease the edges of the FemmePro. "You like being my sexy little slut, don't you?"

Jazmine's breath hitched, her arousal spiking at Clea's words. "Yes, I love it," she whispered, reinforcing her submission and desire.

"That's my girl," Clea murmured, teasing and tormenting Jazmine until she was writhing with need. "You're so beautiful," Clea whispered, her voice thick with desire. "So perfect."

Clea's lips found Jazmine's again, their kiss a ****, hungry clash of lips and tongues. She could feel the tension building within her, the need for release growing stronger with each passing moment.

Clea knew she was treading dangerous ground. All the work put into conditioning Jazmine to crave men, to see herself as an object of their desire, and here she was, unable to resist the urge to have her own release. She wanted Jazmine, needed her, especially with how fucking hot she looked in that outfit.

"Jazmine, just let yourself go," Clea murmured, her lips brushing against Jazmine's as she spoke. Her hands moved with a sense of urgency, pulling at her own clothes until her bottom half was bare.

Jazmine's breath quickened, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. "Clea, are you sure we should be doing this?" she asked, even as her body responded to Clea's touch.

Clea's fingers slid up Jazmine's thigh, her eyes dark with lust. "I need you," she whispered. "Just for a little while, let's forget about everything else."

Jazmine's conflict was evident, but the arousal coursing through her veins was hard to ignore. "Okay," she breathed, her voice trembling.

Clea reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a vibrator strap-on. The sight of it made Jazmine's heart race. Clea quickly secured it, the vibrator slipping inside her own pussy, sending shivers of pleasure through her.

"Lie back," Clea instructed, her voice husky. Jazmine complied, laying back on the bed, her skirt hitching up. Clea pushed Jazmine's panties aside, exposing the FemmePro. She turned on the vibrator, the soft hum filling the room.

"God, you look so fucking hot," Clea muttered as she positioned herself between Jazmine's legs. She guided the strap-on to Jazmine's FemmePro, slowly pressing inside.

Jazmine's eyes fluttered shut, a moan escaping her lips. The sensation was strange, the FemmePro transmitting the vibrations through to her real cock hidden within. It felt good, but there was a nagging sense of wrongness, a conflict between her conditioned desires and the physical pleasure she was feeling.

Clea started slow, each thrust measured and deliberate. "You're so tight," she whispered, her hands gripping Jazmine's hips. "So perfect."

Jazmine's mind was a mess of thoughts, her body reacting instinctively to the pleasure. "Clea, this feels... so good," she gasped, her hands clutching at the sheets.

Clea leaned forward, her lips capturing Jazmine's in a hungry kiss. "Just relax," she murmured against Jazmine's mouth. "Let me make you feel good."

Jazmine moaned into the kiss, her hips beginning to move in time with Clea's thrusts. The pleasure was building, a warm, insistent pressure that made her body tremble. But there was still that conflict, the conditioning fighting against the physical sensations.

"Close your eyes," Clea whispered, her lips brushing Jazmine's ear. "Imagine Kyle."

Jazmine's eyes fluttered shut, her mind conjuring the image of Kyle. It helped, the fantasy blending with the physical pleasure. Her moans grew louder, her body responding more eagerly to Clea's movements.

Clea picked up the pace, her hips driving the strap-on deeper into Jazmine's FemmePro. "That's it, baby," she murmured. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes, oh God, yes," Jazmine cried out, her hands gripping Clea's shoulders. The vibrations from the strap-on were intense, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She imagined it was Kyle, his cock filling her, his hands on her body. The fantasy and reality blurred together, amplifying her arousal.

Clea's own pleasure was building, the vibrator inside her driving her wild. She squeezed Jazmine's breasts through her blouse, her fingers tweaking the nipples. "You're so fucking hot," she panted, her hips moving faster.

Jazmine's body arched off the bed, her moans turning to **** cries. "Clea, I'm so close," she whimpered, her mind lost in the fantasy of Kyle.

"Come for me," Clea urged, her voice thick with lust. "I want to feel you come."

Jazmine's body tensed, the pleasure cresting and then crashing over her in a wave. "Clea, I'm coming," she screamed, her body shaking with the **** of her orgasm. The pleasure was overwhelming, a mix of the physical sensations and the fantasy in her mind.

Clea didn't stop, her thrusts becoming more frantic as she chased her own release. "Fuck, Jazmine," she groaned, her body shuddering as she came, her hips bucking against Jazmine. The pleasure was intense, a raw, primal release that left her breathless.

They collapsed together, their bodies tangled, breasts pressed against each other. Clea's lips found Jazmine's in a soft, lingering kiss. "That was amazing," she whispered, her voice full of satisfaction.

Jazmine's mind was still reeling, the aftershocks of her orgasm leaving her dazed. "Yeah," she murmured, her thoughts a jumble of conflicting emotions. She had enjoyed it, but the conditioning still tugged at her, reminding her of her desire for men.

Clea stroked Jazmine's hair, her touch gentle. "Just relax," she said softly. "We'll figure everything out."

Jazmine nodded, her eyes closing as she tried to process everything that had just happened. The pleasure, the confusion, the lingering fantasy of Kyle – it was all a lot to take in. But for now, she was content to lie in Clea's arms, letting the afterglow of their shared pleasure wash over her.

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Jazmine stood in front of her bedroom mirror, adjusting her outfit and retouching her makeup. She smoothed down her skirt and tugged her blouse into place, making sure every detail was perfect. Her mind was a whirl of emotions, conflicting thoughts from the experience with Clea still fresh.

She picked up her lipstick, the rich, deep red shade she favored, and began to reapply it. As she carefully traced the outline of her lips, she couldn't help but replay the events in her mind. The way Clea had looked at her, touched her, kissed her, fucked her—it had stirred something deep within her, something that both thrilled and confused her.

"God, what just happened?" Jazmine murmured to herself, her eyes locked on her reflection.

She paused, the lipstick hovering just above her lips, as she tried to sort through the jumble of feelings. Clea had always been there for her, guiding her, supporting her, and yes, there had always been a flicker of attraction. But the intensity of their encounter had taken her by surprise.

Her thoughts drifted back to Clea's hands on her body, the way her touch had sent shivers down her spine. She felt a flush of arousal just thinking about it. But then there’s usual thoughts kicked in, the echoes of the regimen she'd undergone, whispering in her mind.

"You love men," the voice in her head reminded her. "You crave their attention, their desire. That's who you are now."

Jazmine frowned, her hand trembling slightly as she finished applying her lipstick. The thoughts were strong, overpowering even the most genuine of her own feelings. Despite the intense connection she felt with Clea, those ingrained thoughts kept pulling her back.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "It's what I've been trained to feel," she told herself.

But even as she tried to convince herself, a part of her couldn't deny the way Clea had made her feel. The pleasure, the intimacy—it was different from the way she felt with men, but it was no less real.

Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw a text from Kyle. Her heart skipped a beat, a rush of excitement flooding her as she read his message. He was in the driveway.

The doorbell rang, and Jazmine quickly checked her reflection one last time. Her makeup was flawless, her outfit perfect. She hurried downstairs, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and opened the door to find Kyle standing there.

"Kyle," she breathed, a smile spreading across her face. She threw her arms around him, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips met, and she felt the thrill and the rush of arousal.

"Hey, babe," Kyle murmured against her lips, his hands resting on her hips.

Jazmine pulled back slightly, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. "I've missed you," she said, her voice soft. "I'm so sorry about everything."

Kyle smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "It's okay, Jazmine. I'm just glad to see you."

They kissed again, the tension between them dissolving in the heat of their embrace. Jazmine's mind raced, the conflicting emotions still swirling within her. She felt herself falling back into the familiar patterns, the desire to please Kyle, to be the perfect, seductive woman he wanted.

"Let's go," Kyle said, taking her hand and leading her to his car.

Jazmine followed, her heart pounding. She slid into the passenger seat, her thoughts a tangled mess. As Kyle started the engine and pulled away from the house, she glanced over at him, her mind drifting back to the encounter with Clea.

She couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted within her. But as she looked at Kyle, she felt the thoughts settling back in, the whispers in her mind reminding her of her role, her purpose.

"You love men," the voice echoed. "You crave their attention, their desire."

Jazmine took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her. She reached over, placing a hand on Kyle's thigh, giving him a flirtatious smile. "So, where are we going?" she asked, her voice light and playful.

Kyle glanced over at her, a grin spreading across his face. "I was thinkin' like, we could grab some lunch, and then like, maybe head back to my place, type shit."

Jazmine nodded, her thoughts still a chaotic mess. But as she gazed out the window, she felt the thoughts taking over, smoothing out the rough edges of her emotions, guiding her back to the familiar, the comfortable.

"Sounds perfect," she said, her smile widening.

Kyle's hand found hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm so glad we're back on track and shit, babe," he said, his voice sincere.

Jazmine leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Me too," she whispered, her mind finally quieting.

As they drove, the echoes of her thoughts became stronger, reinforcing the narrative she had been taught to believe. She was Jazmine Jade, the seductive, desirable woman who lived for the attention and affection of men. And despite the confusion and conflicting feelings, she found a sense of comfort in that identity.

For now, it was enough.