“Oh, hello, darling,” Lucifer said, “How are things with Grace?”

He hid his smirk by taking a drink. It looked like scotch, but it was glowing a little bit more than any scotch Shayla had seen. It was more than amber. It was golden. For a moment, it distracted her. Enchanted her. Not only the drink, but the man who held it. He was nothing like she expected. He was delicious. That was the word that came to mind when she saw him. Delicious. Even as a gay woman, she could see his sex appeal. She could see herself wrapped in his arms as he caressed her.

“You know how things are,” she frowned, “Why does she keep doing this? What do I need to do to make her happy?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” he scoffed, and a full body mirror appeared next to him, “Look at yourself, sweetheart.”

She did as she was told. She wasn’t a great beauty, but she had all the bits.

I guess I could lose a few pounds, she thought, And I wish my boobs were a little bigger.

“Okay,” she rubbed away at a tear forming in her left eye, “You know what I want. Now, who is it this time.”

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“Ah, delightful,” the mirror disappeared, “Her real name is Taylor Jackson, but she goes by Kandy these days.”

“Candy?” she cocked her head.

“With a K,” he said, “You’ll find tickets to her show in your coat pocket. Now, begone.”

When she woke up, she was naked. The cool sheets covered every inch of her body. She felt well rested, almost euphoric. She rolled over. Her partner was also naked. Shayla sat up and saw the clothes scattered around the apartment. Inside out tops. Panties. Bras. Cast aside as if they were nothing. Except the bra that she saw was much bigger than the one she had worn yesterday. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection was a model. Tiny waist, big boobs. Lush lips. Full body hair. Shayla was beautiful.

“Hey, sexy,” Grace said from the bed, “What are you doing up so early? Come back to bed.”

“Do you want to go to a show with me tonight?” the words were out of her mouth before she could think.

“Um, sure,” she said, “What kind of show?”

“I don’t know,” Shayla said, “I just thought it would be fun to get out of the house.”

“Okay,” Grace sat up, “You wanna find something and I’ll meet you there? I gotta run some errands.”

“Sure.”

“But for now,” she raised her eyebrow, “I want you to get back over here.”

She bit her lip before turning around and pouncing on her lover.