You and Andy put on the rings

You and Andy exchange one last glance—half nervous, half excited—before you both slip the rings onto your fingers at the same time.

The changes hit almost in sync. You grit your teeth through the shortening ache as Jess takes shape: hips widening, breasts swelling, hair cascading down your back. Across from you, Andy collapses forward in the armchair, his frame shrinking and softening, blonde waves spilling over his shoulders as Amy emerges.

When the pain subsides, two stunning girls sit in Isabella’s living room: Jess on the couch in Jason’s now-oversized clothes, Amy in the armchair wearing Andy’s hoodie and jeans like a tent.

Isabella’s breath catches audibly. She stands slowly, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you.

“Hi,” Amy says first, voice soft and higher than Andy’s, a shy smile curving her full lips. She tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, the gesture unconsciously feminine. “I’m… Amy. Nice to finally meet you properly.”

Isabella takes a tentative step closer, studying Amy the same way she studied Jess earlier—fascinated, a little overwhelmed.

“You’re even prettier than Jason described,” she says quietly, then blushes when she realizes she said it out loud.

Amy laughs, a light, musical sound. “Thanks. You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.”

Isabella turns to you—Jess—next, reaching out to brush a dark curl from your face. “And you… God, both of you are unreal.”

You smile, taking her hand. “We’re still us. Just… different packaging.”

Isabella exhales, steadying herself. She sits on the coffee table directly in front of the two of you, close enough to touch either one.

“So,” she says, looking between Jess and Amy. “How does this feel right now? Being… like this. Together.”

Amy answers first, glancing at you with a small, knowing smile. “Familiar. Comfortable. And…” She bites her lip. “A little exciting, honestly. Being in the same room with Jess again.”

You feel the same pull—the ring’s subtle shift in desire, the way Amy’s bright blue eyes and soft curves draw you in effortlessly.

“Yeah,” you admit, voice softer in Jess’s register. “Same here.”

Isabella notices the way your gazes linger on each other. She doesn’t look jealous—more curious, like she’s watching something unfold in real time.

She reaches out and takes one of your hands, then one of Amy’s, linking the three of you.

“I don’t know exactly what I’m ready for,” she says honestly. “But I know I want to be here. With both of you. However this goes.”

Amy squeezes her hand gently. “No pressure. We can just talk. Or… see what feels right.”

Isabella looks at you, then back at Amy, her thumb absently stroking the back of your hand.

“Can I… see you side by side?” she asks. “Without the baggy clothes getting in the way?”

You and Amy share a quick look—silent agreement.

You stand first, peeling off Jason’s hoodie and T-shirt, letting them drop. Amy follows a beat later, shrugging out of Andy’s hoodie and jeans until she’s down to nothing.

Isabella’s eyes roam slowly over both of you—taking in Jess’s darker hair and almond eyes, Amy’s golden waves and brighter blues, the contrasting yet equally perfect curves.

She stands too, stepping close enough that she’s between you.

“You’re both so beautiful,” she whispers.

Then, hesitantly at first, she reaches out—one hand resting lightly on your hip (Jess’s hip), the other on Amy’s waist.

The contact is electric for all three of you.

Isabella looks up, meeting your eyes, then Amy’s.

“Tell me if I should stop,” she says softly.