Show Isabella the ring’s power

Finally, you take a deep breath.

“Babe… there’s something I have to show you. It’s going to seem impossible. Just… please watch, okay?”

She lowers her highlighter, frowning slightly at your tone. “Okay… now you’re making me nervous. What is it?”

You pull the bronze ring from your pocket and hold it up. “This was in my bedside drawer in the dorm. Watch.”

Before she can respond, you slip it onto your finger.

The change hits fast. You grit your teeth through the ache as your body reshapes—height dropping, hips widening, chest swelling, hair spilling down your back in thick dark curls. Your hoodie and jeans suddenly hang loose on a much smaller, unmistakably feminine frame.

When the pain fades, Jess sits on the couch, breathing a little heavily.

Isabella screams—a sharp, startled cry that cuts through the quiet room. She jumps up from the chair, knocking a textbook to the floor, hands flying to her mouth.

You freeze, heart pounding.

She stares at you, wide-eyed, chest rising and falling fast. The scream fades into stunned silence. Slowly, the fear on her face shifts to pure, open-mouthed bewilderment.

“Jason…?” she whispers, voice trembling but no longer panicked.

You nod gently. “Still me.”

She takes a hesitant step closer, then another, eyes never leaving you.

“Take it off,” she says quietly. “Please.”

You slide the ring off. Ninety seconds later, Jason is back.

Isabella exhales shakily, sinking back into the armchair. She stares at you for a long moment, then at the ring in your hand.

“Okay,” she says, voice soft and dazed. “One more time. I need to be sure I’m not imagining this.”

You put the ring back on. Jess reappears.

This time she approaches slowly, almost in a trance.

“Stand up,” she murmurs.

You do.

She circles you once, taking in every detail—the long hair, the changed posture, the way your clothes now fit differently.

“Take everything off,” she says quietly. “I need to see.”

You pull the hoodie over your head, then the T-shirt. Her breath catches as your breasts come into view. She reaches out carefully, fingers brushing over them, testing their weight, the softness, the way the nipples tighten in the air.

You unbutton the jeans and let them drop.

The instant your pants hit the floor, Isabella’s eyes drop between your legs and she gasps.

“It’s… gone,” she says faintly, sinking to her knees in front of you. “Completely gone.”

She stares for several long seconds, bewildered. Then, slowly and gently, she reaches out and touches—tracing the smooth mound, parting the folds with careful fingers, exploring every part to confirm it’s real.

You draw in a sharp breath at the contact.

She runs her hands up your thighs, over your hips, your waist, your breasts again—mapping every curve, every inch of soft skin.

“Everything’s real,” she whispers, almost to herself. “A real vagina. Perfect.”

Finally she stands, looking you up and down once more in quiet astonishment.

“Turn back,” she says softly.

You remove the ring. Jason stands naked in front of her again.

She collapses onto the couch, staring at the ring.

She takes it, slips it on her finger.

Nothing happens.

She tries again, different fingers, waiting longer. Still nothing.

She hands it back.

“It doesn’t work for me.”

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “Seems like they’re only for me and Andy.”

Isabella’s eyes widen suddenly.

“Andy has one too?” she asks, voice rising with fresh incredulity. “Andy can turn into a girl?”

You nod.

She leans back, processing, then looks at you carefully.

“So… what have you and Andy been doing this whole time?”

The question lingers in the air between you, quiet but impossible to ignore.