Put to the test

I woke up feeling anxious yet excited for what the day had in store for me. Clea had something planned for me, and I had a feeling it was going to be challenging. I knew I had to be on my A-game if I was going to impress her.

As I made my way to the living room, I found Clea sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up and smiled as she saw me.

"Good morning, Jazmine," she said.

"Good morning, Clea," I replied, feeling a sense of nervousness in my stomach.

"I have an idea," she said, putting her phone down. "I want to put you to the ultimate test."

"What do you mean?" I asked, intrigued.

"I'm inviting one of Hollywood's hottest young male stars for dinner tonight," she said. "Your task is to make him ask for your number."

I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. "That sounds like a big challenge," I said.

"It is," Clea said, standing up. "But I believe you're up for it."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "Okay, what do I need to do?"

"Be yourself," Clea said. "But remember, you're Jazmine now. Think and act like a woman, and make him want to get to know you better."

I nodded, trying to process everything. "Okay, I'll do my best."

Clea smiled. "I know you will."

As the day progressed, I found myself getting more and more nervous about the dinner. Thoughts of my male persona, Jackson, kept creeping into my mind, causing me to feel conflicted.

I tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on becoming Jazmine completely. I spent hours getting ready, making sure every detail was perfect. My makeup was flawless, my hair was styled to perfection, and I was wearing a beautiful dress that hugged my curves in all the right places.

As I waited for the doorbell to ring, I paced back and forth in the living room, feeling anxious.

"Calm down, Jazmine," Clea said, sensing my nervousness. "You look beautiful, and I have faith in you."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Thanks, Clea. I just hope I can pull this off."

"You will," she said, smiling.

Just then, the doorbell rang, causing my heart to skip a beat. I took a deep breath and walked towards the door, feeling nervous yet determined.

I opened the door, and there he was, the young Hollywood star, standing before me, looking as handsome as ever.

"Hi, I'm Kyle," he said, flashing me a charming smile.

"Hi, Kyle, I'm Jazmine, it's so nice to meet you," I say in my most sultry voice, extending my hand for him to shake.

"Likewise, Jazmine" he replies, taking my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

I feel a wave of relief wash over me at his friendly response. We make our way over to the couch, and Clea serves us drinks while we chat about the latest Hollywood gossip and movie news.

As we talk, I find myself becoming more and more comfortable in my role as Jazmine. It's as if my male persona, Jackson, is receding into the background, and I'm fully immersed in this new identity. I find myself laughing at Kyle's jokes and batting my eyelashes at him, feeling a thrill of excitement as I flirt with him.

After dinner, we move to the living room, and I make my move. I lean in closer to Kyle and touch his arm lightly as I ask him about his upcoming projects. As he talks, I give him my undivided attention, gazing into his eyes and letting my hair fall over my shoulder.

"I'd love to see some of your work sometime," I say, giving him a suggestive smile.

Kyle seems to take the hint, and he leans in closer to me. "Actually, Jazmine, I was hoping I could get your number. I'd love to take you out for a drink sometime," he says, his voice low and husky.

My heart skips a beat as I give him my number, feeling a sense of satisfaction at completing the task set out for me by Clea. As Kyle says his goodbyes and leaves, I sink back onto the couch, feeling a mixture of emotions coursing through me. I can't believe I actually pulled it off.

But at the same time, I feel a sense of guilt and confusion. Is it really right to manipulate someone's feelings like this, just to prove a point? And what about Jackson? I feel like I'm betraying myself by continuing to play this role.

I turn to Clea, feeling the weight of these emotions heavy on my chest. "What if I don't want to do this anymore?" I ask her, my voice barely above a whisper.

Clea looks at me with a concerned expression. "What do you mean, Jazmine?"

"I mean, what if I don't want to be someone else anymore? What if I just want to be myself again?" I say, feeling a lump form in my throat.

Clea takes my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay to feel that way, Jazmine. But remember why you started this in the first place. You wanted to prove something to yourself, to challenge yourself. And you've done that. Don't give up now."

I take a deep breath and nod, feeling a sense of determination building within me. "You're right, Clea. I can do this. I'll keep going, no matter what."

With that, I stand up, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. I'm ready to take on whatever challenge comes my way, and I'm determined to come out stronger on the other side.

The next day, I wake up early to the sound of Clea knocking on my door. I can tell from her tone that she's excited about something, and as soon as I open the door, she tells me that we're going to start practicing the script of her movie today.

"Get ready," she says, "we're going to work hard."

I nod and go through my morning routine, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. This is what I've been training for, and I'm eager to prove myself.

Once I'm ready, Clea and I head down to the studio where we begin rehearsing the script. We spend hours going through each line, practicing our movements and emotions until Clea is satisfied. It's tough work, but I'm determined to get it right.

As we take a break, I notice that Kyle has sent me a text message. I show it to Clea, who encourages me to reply.

"Hollywood romance is huge, Jazmine," she says, "and Kyle is one of the hottest actors out there right now. This could be a great opportunity for you."

I hesitate for a moment, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, I'm excited about the possibility of furthering my career, but on the other hand, I can't shake the feeling that I'm flirting with a man, despite being a man myself.

As we continue practicing, my mind keeps wandering back to Kyle and our texts. I feel a sense of unease, but I can't quite put my finger on why. It's like there's a part of me that's holding back, resisting the idea of pursuing anything further with him.

Later that night, I'm lying in bed, reflecting on the day's events. I look down at my new body, admiring the curves and contours that I've worked so hard to achieve. But as I think about Kyle and our text conversation, I can't help but feel a sense of confusion.

Why am I even doing this? I wonder to myself. What's the point of all this if I'm not even interested in pursuing anything with him?

I decide to leave Kyle's message unanswered, feeling like I need more time to sort out my emotions. As I drift off to sleep, I'm left with a sense of uncertainty about my future as Jazmine Jade.