Stacie's arrival

Ms. Greyson's reflection stared back at her, a stranger's face framed by golden waves that shimmered under the light. The bold makeup accentuated features she had never known she possessed, and the little black dress clung to her curves in ways that both thrilled and unsettled her. She reached out a trembling hand to touch the mirror, half-expecting the image to ripple like water, revealing the truth beneath. But there was no ripple, only the steady gaze of a woman she barely recognized.

Britni (John) could not believe how completely Bella had changed him. He was now a she completely. She was dressed and made up for going clubbing, and Bella had called her friend Stacie and invited her clubbing. What should he do? What can he do? Stacie will be here any minute.

Britni's breath caught as the doorbell chimed, its melodic tone slicing through the heavy silence of the room. Her heart raced, each beat a reminder of the unfamiliar body it now resided in. Bella's voice, calm and reassuring, broke through the panic. "That's Stacie, Ms. Greyson. Are you ready?" The question hung in the air, and for a moment, Britni felt the weight of her transformation pressing down on her. She glanced once more at the stranger in the mirror, the shimmering makeup and the dress that clung to her like a second skin.

The doorbell chimed again, its persistent ring slicing through the heavy air like a knife, jolting Britni from her daze. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned toward the sound, her golden waves catching the light and shimmering faintly. Bella's voice, smooth and reassuring, broke the silence. "Shall I let her in, Ms. Greyson?" The question hung in the air, weighted with anticipation. Britni's gaze drifted back to the mirror, where the stranger's eyes met hers, sparkling with a mix of fear and excitement. Her trembling hand reached for the dresser, steadying herself as she struggled to find her voice.

"Yes. Let Stacie in, please," Britni managed to whisper, her voice trembling slightly as she steadied herself against the dresser. The sound of her own voice startled her—it was softer, sweeter, almost unrecognizable. Bella complied without a word, and the hum of the drone faded as it moved toward the door. The click of the latch, the soft creak of the door opening, and then Stacie's voice, bright and bubbly, filled the air. "Hey, Bella! Oh my God, I've been waiting forever! Is she ready?" Britni's heart pounded as she heard the footsteps approaching.

As Stacie entered the room, her bright red leather dress caught the light, accentuating every curve of her toned physique. Her long legs, clad in matching boots, seemed to go on forever, and her ample backside drew Britni's gaze involuntarily. Stacie's ebony skin glowed under the soft lighting, and her flawless makeup and hair only added to her striking appearance. She let out a squeal of delight as she rushed toward Britni, wrapping her in a warm hug. "Let's go," Stacie exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement. "There are men waiting to buy us drinks and dance with us."