Chapter 2: Building Tension
Shayna's heart raced within her slender, unfamiliar chest, each beat reverberating in her ears as the remnants of sleep faded away. She laid still, limbs splayed out, feeling the softness of her silky nightgownboldmath upon her delicate skin, the cool material whispering against her breasts, her thighs. Lifting a hand to touch her face, she marveled at the sensation of her own fingertips upon her cheek: softer, smaller, unfamiliar, yet wholly her own.
Her breathing slowed as she experimentally shifted her hips beneath the blankets, a new awareness tingling through her the more she explored this strange yet beautiful new body.
Feeling both empowered and titillated, she threw the blankets back as her eyes traveled down to the curves of her waist, her hips, and finally settling on the secrets nestled between her thighs.
The velvety lips of her feminine core appeared swollen and plump as her fingers gently traced their outline. Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut in response to the wave of pleasure coursing through her.
Filled with absolute curiosity and wondering if this could be done crazy dream, Shawn leaped out of bed and ran to the full body sized mirror on the wall. He closed his eyes nervously and then giving in to his excited curiosity, with heart pounding he then slowly opened his eyes and gazed upon the lovely form looking back at him in reflection.
Her hair tumbled in wild waves down her bare, plump shoulders, framing the smooth arc of her face down to her gently sloping collarbone.
An intoxicating mix of awe and apprehension swept through her as she took in her new high cheekbones, her fuller lips, and dark lashes that lay against blushing skin.
"Fuck," she whispered, eyes welling with tears, as realization washed over her. The gentle touch from last night had brought her to this moment: her body transformed, her femininity made real.