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Full mental shift settles. She answers only to Sharonda in her head. Taylor keeps calling her Jess; she corrects him without thinking. Posture, walk, speech, thoughts all aligned. The panic fades into something hotter. She looks at Taylor differently.

Taylor kept calling her Jess, his voice tight with panic and disbelief. But Jess was gone. Her new full lips parted, and out came a voice he'd never heard before—thick, smooth, dripping with a confidence she'd never had.

"Nah, baby, it's Sharonda now. You better get that straight."

She didn't even have to think about it. It was just true.

Her posture was perfect—shoulders back, chin up, round ass tilted just so in the tight snakeskin skirt. Her walk was pure ghetto girl in those red stilettos, a sexy sway she couldn't have faked if she tried. And now, her voice matched—thick Atlanta drawl, slang slipping out like it'd always been there.

Taylor stared at her, eyes wide. She stared back, and something stirred in her—low, hot, and relentless. That fresh hunger she'd felt when she first put on Sharonda's clothes was back, stronger than ever. It was different now, though. Less scary. More... exciting.

"What do you think, baby?" she purred, stepping closer to Taylor in the stilettos, her new full lips curling up at the edges.

"Think you can handle all this?"

The panic was fading fast, replaced by something hotter, slicker. Something that fit her new curves like a glove.

She was Sharonda now. And Sharonda wanted to play.