Gracie

Joona’s thumb hovered over the APPLY button.

She could feel Grayson’s breath at her neck, warm and eager, fingers fumbling along the edge of her bra. He thought this was foreplay, that he was winning. But he had no idea.

The RAC hummed quietly in her palm, the interface waiting for confirmation. She read the parameters one last time:

[TARGET: Grayson Locke]
[ALTERATION : Gender Change Name: Gracie Locke]
-PARAMETERS: 5’7”, busty hourglass figure, soft curves, expressive features
-PERSONALITY: Playfully submissive, sensually curious, still sharp but deferential
=SEXUALITY: Lesbian, attracted to Joona
=MEMORY INTEGRATION: Seamless. Joona and Grace share a complicated flirtation.
=APPEARANCE: Black lace lingerie, light makeup, tousled curls
=ENVIRONMENTAL SYNC: Real-time, silent shift

She tapped EXECUTE. The screen dimmed for half a second.

Then: ALTERATION COMPLETE.

A shimmer passed through the air, no flash, no sound, just a compression, like time exhaled all at once. Grayson’s lips were on her shoulder.

And then… They weren’t.

Joona opened her eyes. A soft gasp escaped from above her.

The weight on her hips had changed, lighter, smoother. Gone was the rough stubble that had grazed her collarbone. Gone were the broad hands. The angular jaw.

In their place…

A woman.

She blinked - large eyes framed by thick lashes, dark irises still flickering with surprise.

GracIe.

Her lips were full, glossed in the faintest berry sheen. Her cheeks were flushed, but the bones beneath were fine, delicate. Her hair spilled down in dark, tousled curls, grazing her bare shoulders. A beauty mark kissed the corner of her mouth. She straddled Joona with long, toned legs, her curves cradled in black lace lingerie that clung to her like ink on skin.

Joona propped herself up slightly on her elbows.

Gracie looked down at her with wonder... and something else: hunger.

“I—” Gracie paused, touching her throat. Her voice was silky, pitched higher, curious. “Something feels…”

She glanced down at herself, then at Joona. Joona smiled slowly. “Welcome back.”

Gracie touched her own waist, running her hands over the swell of her hips, the soft weight of her breasts. Her breath quickened as she explored. A whimper escaped her lips when her fingertips brushed across a stiff nipple through lace.

“I… was I always—?”

Joona gently sat up, wrapping an arm around Grace’s waist. “You’ve always been Gracie. At least to me.”

Gracie swallowed. Her body trembled in a way that made Joona’s core pulse with heat.

“I feel like I know you,” Gracie whispered. “Like we’ve… done this before.”

Joona’s hand slid up Gracie’s back, tracing the bare spine above her panties. “We have. In different ways.”

Gracie bit her lip, a gesture so naturally feminine it could only have been woven into her reality.

“You’re the one who makes me feel like this,” she whispered, her voice cracking with pleasure and awe. “God, Joona… I feel so—”

“Soft?” Joona teased, tugging at the lace between Gracie’s breasts.

Gracie whimpered. “Yes.”

Joona laid her back onto the mattress, watching how her new lover’s body adjusted - supple, glowing, breathtaking. She hovered over her, kissing the edge of her jaw, down her neck, lingering at the slope of cleavage now barely contained by black straps.

“Do you want this?” Joona murmured.

Gracie nodded, eyes wide, lips parted. “I… I need it.”

Joona’s hand cupped one breast, thumb brushing over the lace-covered nipple.

Gracie gasped. “Oh! Joona, that feels…”

“Like it’s the first time.”

Joona moved slowly - deliberately- savoring every touch, every gasp, every new expression flickering across Gracie’s gorgeous face.

This wasn’t just sex. This was power.

And Gracie? She was moaning, arching, offering.

Joona pressed her lips to the swell of Graice’s breast, licking through the lace, while Gracie’s nails dug gently into Joona’s back. Her breath came in soft, **** pants, the kind that belonged to someone giving in completely. Joona was in full control.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jon whispered again, not protesting this time, not resisting. Just quietly marveling: Much better.

Joona kissed her way down Gracie’s trembling body, stopping just before the lace waistband, looking up with a wicked grin.