Lana’s back in her room after a long, tense day. But her body isn’t done. Not even close.
It’s just Lana, her mirror, and the low hum of power under her skin. Her muscles twitch. Her clothes stretch. The warmth inside her spreads until she can’t ignore it anymore.
She doesn’t try to fight the change. She gives in.
This is an intimate, charged moment. A private look at Lana as she embraces what she’s becoming. And she likes it. A lot.
