Later that night, Gwen found herself alone in her room again. The day’s strange feelings hadn’t faded—they lingered like a quiet hum beneath her skin.
Her laptop sat open on the desk, a new email waiting in her inbox. The sender was again “Liora,” but this time the subject line read: “For you, Gwen.”
Her fingers hesitated over the mouse before she clicked the message open.
A video began to play automatically. This time, the woman was dressed in soft, flowing fabric that shimmered gently under moonlight. She moved with slow confidence, her eyes locking with Gwen’s through the screen. There was something hypnotic in the way she smiled—a silent invitation.
As Gwen watched, the warmth returned and intensified, spreading from her chest to her fingertips. Her breathing deepened, and her body shifted almost imperceptibly—the curve of her waist softened, her hips rounded just enough to feel different. Even her skin seemed to glow faintly in the dim room.
Gwen’s hand moved to her hair, feeling its silky length now brushing against her shoulders. She blinked at the reflection in her laptop’s black screen and wondered how much of herself she was losing—and how much she was becoming.
The video ended quietly, the screen going dark.
Gwen sat still for a long moment, caught between awe and uncertainty.
“Who… am I becoming?” she whispered to the empty room