Transit 16 (Patreon)

With her head swimming in disbelief, Lori pushed herself off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom, driven by an urgent need to see the full scope of her transformation. The overhead lights flickered on, casting a harsh reality on the reflection that greeted her in the mirror.

Her hair, once a shade that blended into a crowd, now a statement impossible to ignore, flowed in waves of platinum blonde that framed her face strikingly. She reached up with her red-tipped fingers, touching the strands as if to ensure they were real, each motion accompanied by the clinking of her oversized hoop earrings.

The sight of her newly dyed hair was just the start. Her brows, once full and expressive, were now manicured into neat, precise lines, and her lashes, exaggeratedly long and full, brushed her cheeks with each bewildered blink. "What's going on?" she murmured, her reflection mimicking her confusion.

A different kind of glint caught her eye, drawing her gaze downward—a new navel piercing adorned with a piece of silver jewelry winked back at her from the mirror. Gingerly, Lori touched the piercing, a mix of surprise and fear spreading through her as she felt the cool metal and the tender skin around it.

Standing there, in the sterile light of the hotel bathroom, Lori was a picture of perplexity—her image, once so familiar, now a collage of changes she couldn't explain. "What's happening to me?" she whispered to her reflection, a twinge of fear in her voice as she grappled with the reality of her altered appearance. Each addition to her body felt like a puzzle piece forced into the wrong jigsaw, creating a picture she no longer recognized.