Into The Limelight Pt. 7

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as Clea stirred from her slumber. Careful not to disturb the sleeping form of Jazmine beside her, she slipped out of bed, the sheets rustling softly as she made her way to the door. With a gentle click, she closed it behind her, leaving Jazmine to rest a little longer.

In the solitude of her own room, Clea stood before the bathroom mirror, her reflection staring back at her with unwavering intensity. She picked up her toothbrush, squeezing a generous amount of toothpaste onto its bristles before beginning to brush her teeth in slow, deliberate strokes.

As she brushed, her mind wandered, drifting back to the events of the previous day and the emotional rollercoaster they had both been on. Clea couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the progress they had made, even if it had been achieved through manipulation and ****.

She rinsed her mouth, the taste of mint lingering on her tongue as she turned off the tap and leaned against the sink, lost in thought. Despite the guilt that gnawed at her conscience, Clea couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through her veins at the prospect of what lay ahead.

Her career had been on the decline for some time now, the lack of fresh talent graduating from her wing has left her struggling to maintain her status in the industry. But with Jazmine, she saw an opportunity—a chance to reclaim her former glory and cement her place as one of the top talent managers in the business.

Sure, the methods may have been unorthodox, even morally questionable, but Clea was willing to do whatever it took to succeed. She had invested too much time and effort into Jazmine's transformation to turn back now, and she refused to let anything stand in the way of their success.

With a determined glint in her eye, Clea straightened up and squared her shoulders, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead. She may have no remorse for the path they were on, but she was more than ready to see it through to the end.

As the warm water cascaded over her body, Clea closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment of respite from the chaos that had become her life. The steam filled the air, wrapping her in a comforting embrace as she lathered her hair with shampoo, the familiar scent of coconut filling her nostrils.

But even in the sanctuary of her shower, Clea couldn't escape the weight of her thoughts. They lingered like an unwelcome shadow, reminding her of the path she had chosen and the consequences that would inevitably follow.

She couldn't deny the thrill she felt at the progress they had made with Jazmine, the transformation from Jackson Steele to Jazmine Jade unfolding before her eyes like a masterpiece in the making. But with each step forward, she couldn't help but feel the pang of guilt that tugged at her conscience.

The methods she had employed were ruthless, manipulative, and downright cruel at times. But Clea saw them as a necessary evil, a means to an end in her quest for success. She had put all her chips on this plan, and failure was not an option.

Yet, amidst the chaos and the guilt, there was something else—a flicker of something she couldn't quite name. It was a feeling that danced on the edges of her consciousness, a whisper of emotion that threatened to unravel her carefully constructed facade.

Hopefully it wasn't love.

The word sent a shiver down Clea's spine as she admitted it to herself for the first time. She was definitely attracted to Jazmine, to the woman she had become, to the fire and passion that burned within her.

But love was a dangerous game, especially in their line of work. It made her ****, susceptible to emotions she couldn't afford to indulge in. And yet, she couldn't ignore the pull she felt towards Jazmine, the magnetic **** that drew her in like a moth to a flame.

Stepping out of the shower, Clea wrapped herself in a plush towel and made her way to her wardrobe, her mind still racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She selected a sleek black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the hemline skimming just above her knees.

As she slipped into the dress, she couldn't help but admire the way it accentuated her figure, the fabric soft against her skin. She paired it with a pair of killer heels, the click-clack of their heels echoing through the room as she moved.

With her outfit chosen, Clea turned her attention to her makeup, carefully applying each layer with precision and skill. She opted for a smoky eye and a bold red lip, the colors complementing her dress and adding a touch of glamour to her look.

As she put the finishing touches on her makeup, Clea couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence wash over her. She may be ruthless in her pursuit of success, but she was also a **** to be reckoned with—a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it.

With one final glance in the mirror, Clea nodded to herself, satisfied with the image she saw reflected back at her. She may have her doubts and her reservations, but she was determined to see this through to the end, no matter what it took.

Jazmine stirred from her slumber, her mind still foggy with sleep as she blinked away the remnants of dreams. As consciousness seeped in, so did a flood of conflicting emotions, swirling around her like a turbulent sea.

She couldn't shake the sense of betrayal that lingered in the air, like a heavy weight pressing down on her chest, or like the very real weight of her own breasts on her chest. Clea's actions had been manipulative, deceitful even, and yet... there was something else there, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Attraction, perhaps? Despite everything, despite the lies and the deception, Jazmine couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards Clea. And then there was gratitude, an odd sensation that bubbled up within her chest. Gratitude for what, she wasn't quite sure. Perhaps for Clea's help in giving her the opportunity to finally get the chance on the big stage.

But as Jazmine lay there in bed, grappling with her conflicting emotions, she couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation wash over her. It was too late to turn back now, too late to undo what had already been done. If Clea decided to abandon her now, where would she go? What would she do?

The thought of facing the world alone, with her newfound appearance and identity, filled Jazmine with a sense of dread. She had **** but to trust Clea, to put her faith in her and hope that she wouldn't be led astray.

With a heavy sigh, Jazmine pushed herself out of bed and began to get ready for the day ahead. As she moved through the motions of brushing her teeth and getting dressed, her mind continued to churn with thoughts of Clea and the uncertain future that lay ahead. But for now, all she could do was take things one step at a time, clinging to the fragile hope that everything would somehow work out in the end.

After her shower, Jazmine stood before the mirror, her fingers deftly applying the finishing touches to her makeup. She carefully blended her eyeshadow, added a touch of highlighter to her cheeks, and coated her lips in a glossy pink shade that accentuated her pout. Running her fingers through her freshly washed hair, she styled it into loose waves that cascaded down her shoulders in a sleek and effortless manner.

Admiring her reflection, Jazmine couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight before her. Turning her attention to her outfit for the day, Jazmine surveyed the carefully curated ensemble she had put on. She had opted for a fitted midi dress in a bold floral print, the vibrant colors popping against her newly acquired curves. The dress hugged her body in all the right places, accentuating her figure in a way that made her feel both feminine and powerful.

Underneath the dress, Jazmine wore a bra that was a size too big for her newfound breasts, causing them to only fill the cups partially. It was a constant reminder of the changes her body had undergone, a stark contrast to the breast molds she had grown accustomed to wearing.

As she slipped into a pair of strappy sandals and added a few delicate accessories to complete her look, Jazmine couldn't shake the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. On one hand, there was a sense of resentment towards Clea for manipulating her body and her emotions without her consent.

But on the other hand, there was a begrudging sense of gratitude for the opportunity Clea had given her, for the chance to become the star she had always wanted to be.

With a heavy sigh, Jazmine squared her shoulders and plastered a confident smile on her face. She may not have all the answers, and her feelings towards Clea may still be a jumbled mess, but for now, she was determined to face the day head-on and make the best of the situation she found herself in.

Jazmine descended the stairs, her footsteps echoing softly in the morning silence. As she reached the bottom, she spotted Clea seated at the kitchen table, her presence casting a subtle tension in the air.

Hesitantly, Jazmine approached Clea, feeling a knot form in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't sure how to navigate this newfound awkwardness, but she knew she couldn't avoid it. With a tentative smile, she reached out for Clea, who rose from her seat to meet her halfway.

Their embrace was stiff, lacking the warmth and familiarity it once held. Jazmine could feel the awkwardness emanating from Clea, mirroring her own uncertainty. As they hugged, Jazmine couldn't help but notice the difference in their bodies – Clea's objectively large breasts pressing against her own, a now physical reminder of the changes that had occurred, in stark contrast to the lack of feeling from before.

Clearing her throat, Jazmine took a seat at the table opposite Clea, the awkwardness lingering between them like an invisible barrier. Clea poured Jazmine her cup of coffee, a small gesture of kindness that only served to highlight the awkwardness of the situation.

"Thanks for making the coffee," Jazmine said, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears.

Clea nodded, her gaze fixed on her own cup as she stirred it absentmindedly. "No problem," she replied, her tone equally awkward.

The silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the soft clink of their spoons against the ceramic mugs. Jazmine racked her brain for something to say, anything to break the tension that hung heavy in the air.

"So, uh, any plans for today?" she asked, her voice coming out more timidly than she had intended.

Clea shrugged, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. "Not really," she admitted. "Just some errands to run, I suppose."

Jazmine nodded, feeling a sense of relief at the prospect of ending the awkward conversation. She took a sip of her coffee, the bitter taste doing little to ease the tension in her chest.

As they sat in uncomfortable silence, Jazmine couldn't help but wonder how they had ended up here – two virtual strangers sharing a morning coffee, their relationship strained by secrets and manipulation. But for now, all she could do was sip her coffee and pretend that everything was normal, even though nothing could be further from the truth.

Clea watched Jazmine carefully, her mind already spinning with strategies to dissolve the palpable tension that hung between them like a thick fog. She knew she had to tread carefully, manipulating Jazmine without her even realizing it. It was a delicate dance, one that Clea had perfected over the years.

"So," Clea began, her tone casual as she took a sip of her coffee, "I know things have been a little awkward between us lately," she said, her tone gentle yet calculated. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

Jazmine's brow furrowed slightly, uncertainty clouding her features. She knew Clea was trying to make up for her mistake, but despite her suspicions, there was a part of her that wanted to believe Clea's sincerity.

"I appreciate that," Jazmine said finally, her voice soft.

Clea reached across the table, her hand gently grasping Jazmine's. "I know it's difficult, sweetheart," she said, her voice dripping with affection. "But trust me when I say that this is all for the best. We're on the cusp of something incredible, something that will change both of our lives forever."

Jazmine's heart fluttered at Clea's words, her doubts momentarily pushed aside by the promise of fame and fortune. She wanted to believe Clea, to trust that she had her best interests at heart. But deep down, there was a nagging voice of doubt, reminding her of the secrets and lies that had brought them to this point.

"I just don't know if I can do this," Jazmine admitted, her voice wavering.

Clea squeezed Jazmine's hand reassuringly, her eyes locking onto hers with unwavering intensity. "You can do this, Jazmine," she said firmly. "I believe in you. And together, we can make all of your dreams come true."

Jazmine felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her, a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. Clea's words were like a lifeline, anchoring her to something solid in the midst of the chaos that had become her life.

"I want to believe you, Clea," Jazmine said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Clea's smile widened, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "There's no need to be scared, sweetheart," she said soothingly. "I'll be right here by your side, every step of the way. Together, we can conquer anything."

As Clea continued to speak, her words weaving a web of manipulation around Jazmine, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt deep in her chest. She knew she was playing with fire, manipulating Jazmine's emotions for her own gain. But as she looked into Jazmine's eyes, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction at the knowledge that her plan was working.

Clea leaned forward, her gaze fixed on Jazmine with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the weight of Clea's words pressing down on her, like a heavy burden that she couldn't shake off.

"You have to trust me, Jazmine," Clea said, her voice soft but insistent. "I know this is all a lot to take in, but I promise you, it's for the best. You have so much potential, so much talent, and I can help you unleash it."

Jazmine bit her lip, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over her. She wanted to believe Clea, to trust that she had her best interests at heart. But there was a nagging voice in the back of her mind, whispering words of doubt and suspicion.

"I don't know, Clea," Jazmine said, her voice trembling slightly.

Clea reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from Jazmine's face. "I understand how you feel," she said soothingly. "But sometimes, we have to make difficult choices in order to achieve our dreams. And I truly believe that this is your destiny, Jazmine."

Jazmine's heart pounded in her chest, torn between her own doubts and Clea's persuasive words. She wanted to resist, to push back against Clea's manipulation, but she couldn't deny the pull of her words, the promise of fame and fortune looming tantalizingly on the horizon.

"I just don't want to lose myself in all of this," Jazmine admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Clea's smile widened, a hint of triumph flashing in her eyes. "You won't lose yourself, Jazmine," she said firmly. "I won't let that happen. In fact, you will find yourself in all of this, I promise. I'll be here to guide you every step of the way, to help you navigate this new world that awaits you."

Jazmine felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her, a mixture of fear and excitement. Clea's words were like a lifeline, offering her a way out of the uncertainty and confusion that had consumed her since the beginning of this bizarre journey.

"Okay, Clea," Jazmine said finally, her voice filled with resignation. "I'll trust you."

Clea's smile grew even wider, and as she looked into Jazmine's eyes, she couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the knowledge that her manipulation had worked, that she had once again bent Jazmine to her will.

But deep down, beneath the facade of confidence and control, Clea couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at her insides. But in the cutthroat world of Hollywood, where fame and fortune were the ultimate prizes, Clea knew that sometimes, you had to do whatever it took to get ahead.

And so, with a final, lingering glance at Jazmine, Clea pushed aside her guilt and focused on the future, knowing that together, they would conquer whatever obstacles lay in their path.

Jazmine sat in Dr. Fields' office, feeling a knot of nerves twisting in her stomach. She glanced nervously at Clea, who sat in the room with her with a reassuring smile on her face. But despite Clea's attempts to comfort her, Jazmine couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her like a heavy fog.

She knew she couldn't turn back now, not after everything that had happened. Clea had made sure of that, with her smooth words and persuasive arguments that had slowly worn down Jazmine's defenses until she had **** but to surrender to her will.

As Dr. Fields entered the room, Jazmine felt a sense of resignation wash over her. She knew what was coming next, what she had to do to fulfill Clea's vision of her future. And though she felt a pang of regret deep in her enlarged chest, she also knew that she had no other option but to comply.

Dr. Fields looked at Jazmine with a clinical detachment, her gaze flickering over Jazmine's body with a critical eye. "Let's pick up where we left off, shall we?" she said, her voice brisk and businesslike.

Jazmine nodded silently, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks as she began to undress. She slipped out of her midi dress, feeling the fabric slide off her skin like a second skin. Her bra was too large and ill-fitting, a constant reminder of the changes that had been **** upon her.

As she sat there in her bra and panties, exposed and ****, Jazmine couldn't help but feel a surge of defiance rising within her. But as she glanced at Clea, who watched her with a knowing smile, Jazmine felt the defiance drain away, replaced by a sense of resignation and acceptance.

She knew she had to trust Clea, to follow her lead no matter where it might lead. What could she even do now if she refused? If Clea gave up on her and threw her out, how could she ever go back to Jackson Steele, while looking like this, and without Clea's help anyway?

Dr. Fields approached Jazmine with a professional demeanor, her hands gloved as she prepared to examine Jazmine's chest. Jazmine tried to suppress the nervous flutter in her stomach as she met Dr. Fields' gaze, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Alright, let's take a look," Dr. Fields said, her voice calm and reassuring as she reached out to gently palpate Jazmine's breasts. Jazmine flinched slightly at the touch, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood her cheeks.

Dr. Fields continued her examination, her fingers expertly feeling for any abnormalities or changes in Jazmine's breast tissue. Jazmine squirmed uncomfortably under her touch, feeling exposed and ****.

After a few moments, Dr. Fields stepped back, her expression thoughtful. "Remarkable," she murmured, more to herself than to Jazmine. "The growth you've experienced in such a short amount of time is truly remarkable."

Jazmine felt a surge of pride at the doctor's words, despite herself. It was strange to feel proud of something that had been **** upon her, but she couldn't deny the thrill of validation that surged through her.

"But," Dr. Fields continued, her tone turning more serious, "it's important to manage your expectations. While your growth so far has been impressive, it's unlikely that your breasts will change much more in size from this point forward."

Dr. Fields cleared her throat, her gaze fixed on Jazmine as she prepared to discuss the next steps. Jazmine's stomach churned with apprehension, dreading what was to come.

"Now, regarding your breast size," Dr. Fields began, her tone professional yet empathetic, "as you're already a public figure, it would be odd if your breast size suddenly decreased. We need to consider options to maintain consistency in your appearance."

Jazmine's heart sank at the realization that there was no escaping this. She had become a prisoner of her own fame, trapped in a body that wasn't her own.

"There are several options we can explore to increase your breast size back to its previous dimensions," Dr. Fields continued, her voice gentle as she outlined each option in detail.

"First, we could consider fat transfer," she explained. "This involves taking fat from another part of your body and injecting it into your breasts to increase their size. But, I believe Ms. LaCroix has told me that she'd prefer to keep the fat on your body where it is."

Jazmine winced at the thought, the idea of undergoing surgery to alter her body making her feel sick to her stomach. She had never wanted any of this, had never asked to become Jazmine Jade.

"Another option is breast implants," Dr. Fields went on, her tone matter-of-fact. "This would involve placing silicone implants into your breasts to increase their size."

Jazmine's chest tightened at the thought, the idea of foreign objects being implanted into his body filling him her dread. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have her chest altered in such a permanent way.

As Dr. Fields looked to her expectantly, waiting for her decision, Jazmine felt a sense of resignation wash over her. She knew what she had to do, even if she didn't want to. She had to choose one of these options, had to continue down this path that had been laid out for her. And as much as she hated it, as much as she wished things could be different, she knew there was no turning back now.

Clea cleared her throat, breaking the tense silence that had settled over the room. "Dr. Fields, I believe it's best to proceed with breast implants," she stated firmly, her eyes locking with Jazmine's.

Jazmine's heart sank as she heard Clea's decision, feeling a surge of panic rising within her. She wasn't ready for this, wasn't prepared to make such a seemingly-permanent change to her body.

"Wait, wait," Jazmine stammered, her voice trembling with anxiety. "Can we talk about this? What are the pros and cons? Are there any long-term side effects?"

Dr. Fields nodded patiently, her expression understanding. "Of course, Jazmine. Breast implants can provide a fuller, more feminine appearance, which may align better with your public image as Jazmine Jade. However, there are risks associated with surgery, such as infection, scarring, and changes in sensation."

Jazmine's mind raced as she processed the information, her thoughts swirling with fear and uncertainty. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was making a mistake, that she was sacrificing her identity for the sake of fame.

"And what about reversibility?" Jazmine blurted out, her voice tinged with desperation. "Is it possible to undo this later?"

Dr. Fields hesitated for a brief moment before she composed herself. "Yes, absolutely," she replied confidently. "Breast implants can be removed in the future if you decide you no longer want them. You can be looking like Jackson Steele once again without a problem."

Jazmine's heart sank despite the reassurance, suffocated by the weight of her own fame and the expectations placed upon her.

As she sat there, grappling with her inner turmoil, Jazmine couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness wash over her. She was cornered, with no way out, and she knew that she had **** but to continue down this path, no matter how much it cost her.

Dr. Fields adjusted her glasses and began to go through the paperwork with meticulous detail, her voice steady and professional. "Now, Jazmine, before we proceed with the surgery, I need to ensure that you understand all the risks and potential complications involved."

Jazmine nodded, her palms growing clammy as she listened intently. This was it, the moment she had been dreading ever since Clea first suggested the idea of breast augmentation.

"Firstly, there are risks associated with any surgical procedure," Dr. Fields continued, her tone measured. "These include but are not limited to infection, bleeding, and adverse reactions to anesthesia."

Jazmine's heart skipped a beat at the mention of anesthesia. The thought of being put under completely terrified her, but she knew it was necessary for the surgery to take place.

"Additionally," Dr. Fields went on, "there is the risk of capsular contracture, which occurs when scar tissue forms around the implant and causes it to harden or become misshapen."

Jazmine furrowed her brow, trying to process the information. The last thing she wanted was to end up with deformed breasts, but it seemed like there were no guarantees with this procedure.

"Furthermore," Dr. Fields continued, "there's a chance of implant rupture or leakage, which may require additional surgery to correct."

Jazmine's stomach churned at the thought of something going wrong during the surgery. She had heard horror stories of botched procedures, and the idea of ending up in a similar situation filled her with dread.

"Lastly," Dr. Fields concluded reading the page of disclaimers, "I must emphasize that breast augmentation is a permanent......I mean, not a permanent procedure, as I, uh, said earlier."

Jazmine's mind raced as she tried to absorb all the information. The reality of what she was about to do was sinking in, and she couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

Dr. Fields looked at Jazmine, her expression sympathetic. "I understand that this is a big decision, Jazmine," she said softly. "But I want you to know that I'm here to support you every step of the way."

The nurses entered the room almost as if they had been waiting just outside the door, their presence an ominous reminder of what was to come. It was almost like they all had already known this was going to happen today. Jazmine's heart raced as they approached, the clatter of their equipment sending a shiver down her spine.

One of the nurses wheeled in a stretcher while the others began to set up the IV drip, their movements practiced and efficient. Jazmine watched in silence, her stomach churning with nerves.

"Alright, Jazmine, it's time to get you prepped for surgery," one of the nurses said, her voice calm but businesslike.

Jazmine nodded weakly, feeling like a lamb being led to the slaughter. She **** herself to cooperate as they helped her onto the stretcher, the cold metal beneath her sending a chill through her body.

As the nurses strapped her in, Jazmine's mind raced with fear and uncertainty. She tried to push away the thoughts of what was about to happen, focusing instead on the rhythmic beeping of the machines around her.

Before she knew it, the nurse was inserting the IV needle into her arm, the sharp sting causing Jazmine to flinch. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensation as the cool liquid began to flow into her veins.

"Alright, Jazmine, you're going to start feeling a bit drowsy now," the nurse said, her voice muffled by the haze of anesthesia that was starting to cloud Jazmine's mind.

Jazmine nodded weakly, her eyelids growing heavier by the second. She fought against the urge to succumb to sleep, but it was a losing battle. As the anesthesia took hold, her surroundings began to blur and fade away.

The last thing Jazmine heard before drifting into unconsciousness was the sound of her own heartbeat, pounding in her ears like a distant drum. And then, with a final sigh, she slipped into darkness, the world falling away as she surrendered to the void.