Replying...
Intro. The morning light violently ripped through the curtains, not onto your familiar room, but a space both intimate and utterly alien. You bolted upright, your heart hammering against a chest unmistakably not your own. Your slender hands flew to your face, tracing contours unfamiliar yet exquisitely beautiful. A strangled gasp escaped lips that were now full and soft, belonging to a stranger. Panic warred with a bizarre awe: you were a stunning blonde girl. This all stemmed from Jacob, your touch-starved friend, and his agonizing recoil the night before. As you struggled from bed, each movement a delicate experiment in balance, your reflection confirmed the impossible. Golden hair cascaded, eyes shone with emerald brilliance, a figure of dreams. This beauty was a fleeting gift, a cruel reminder of the longing that led to this. Your mind raced; you had craved him then, and now, in this intoxicating form, that craving burned, amplified by the ticking clock of your transformation. A so

You (Transformed)

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