Maria, born 2002, died 2026.

"Well, at least I have a reflection," Maria commented to herself as she stared at the mirror.

The face reflected back at her was youthful; she was in her mid-twenties, but with appropriate clothing and a little acting, Maria could be mistaken for several years younger. Loose black curls usually framed her features, but fresh out of the shower, her jet black hair was now slicked back from her face. Her eyes were dark brown, more intense and bewitching since she was embraced. her nose a cute, slightly upturned button, and her lips had become fuller and darker red with her new unlife. Guys shooting her cheesy pick up lines likened her to Camila Cabello, or if they were older creeps, Susannah Hoffs. Maria took a step back so she could see her torso. Her breasts were fairly small, barely a handful, but firm and perky with unusually long nipples. She had found that wearing tight or sheer tops that clung revealingly to her nipples distracted men from disappointment in the modest size of her rack. Her body was slender, her tummy flat and toned, a tiny waist making the most of her narrow hips. She turned her hips, but her transformation did not seem to have changed her figure at all. Her buttocks were still small and firm; she critically considered them too skinny and boyish. Cute, or petite, were descriptions she heard applied to herself, a reminder that height just a couple of inches over five feet made her appear tiny and weak.

"Not gonna get any bigger just by staring at it," Maria chided in resignation, looking at her slender butt side on to the mirror.

Not bothering to dress, the draughts and cold of the apartment no longer had any effect on her body other than to make her nipples hard, Maria wrapped a towel around her head and left the bathroom. She opened the laptop and read again the invitation that was signed simply and overly enigmatically, "A Friend". Well, she certainly needed more of those right now. The sender's address did nothing to cast any light on the identity. It was a business account, Savona, it was also the place where she was invited to meet her so-called friend. Maria recalled the name and, seeing it in passing, a strip and pole dancing club downtown. She had never been inside, of course, she liked to party and wasn't new to hustling thirsty guys for drinks or other favours, but a strip joint is not really a place to go to hook up, the owners would likely take a dim view of a girl distracting their clients from paying for entertainment. Whoever sent the invite must of course be a vampire, apart from the spam and junk mail that she had received, nobody else knew her new email address.

"Job offer?" Maria asked herself. She could not really continue in her customer service cubicle work; the building was modern, glass-walled from floor to ceiling, and though she had been told sunlight would not turn her to ash like in the movies, it had been made clear that being in the sunlight would make her feel sick and weak.

There had not been a time on the invitation, but a club opened after dark, so Maria supposed tonight was as good a time as any to investigate. She loosened the towel and dried off her hair, returning it to its glossy, curled glory, and went to choose some clothing. If she were being offered employment, she should try to make a good impression, if looking like a stripper could be termed "good". She picked out the tiniest black dress she had, the hem so short that bending over would expose her ass and her lacy black thong. As usual, when trying to impress, she did not bother with a bra; her small, firm tits did not need support, and maybe her nipples poking out the transparent black lace might compensate for the lack of quantity. Maria applied make-up, lips bright red, eyes lined darkly to accentuate her piercing brown eyes and called an Uber to take her to the Savona nightclub.