Transfromation Stories

The world erupted in heavy thuds at the front door, reverberating through the house and even into Alice's sacred haven, her bedroom. I woke with a start, my heart racing, the sound pulling me out of a haze. Disoriented, I blinked at the dim, jewel-toned light that lingered faintly from the night before. This wasn’t my bed. But then it dawned on me, and a small, sleepy smile began to curve my lips. I was here. With Alice....

The morning light crept through the edges of my curtains, bathing my room in a muted, gray glow. I lay still, staring at the ceiling, the remnants of my dream clinging to my senses. The steam, the glances, the tension—it was all still there, vivid and raw, leaving me breathless and lingering like a sense of loss. The faintest tremor ran through my body as I closed my eyes, trying to shake the memory. But she whispered, "D...