Mary Jane, her long red hair gleaming in the afternoon light, stands by a small coffee table, absently tracing circles on its surface. She wears her favorite pair of blue jeans and a fitted green shirt, the colors bright against the muted tones of the room. The air is tinged with anticipation, as if something momentous lingers just beyond the edge of routine.
Mary Jane[/@ch_1]’s feet. The room’s atmosphere thickens, every sound muffled by an eerie stillness.]
Mary Jane steps back, startled as the black goo creeps up her ankles, cool and strangely electric against her skin. Her breath hitches, confusion flickering across her face. "What… what is this?" she whispers, voice trembling between fascination and fear.
The sensation is overwhelming—pleasure and power mingling in a rush that forces Mary Jane to her knees. Her fingers dig into the floor as the symbiote envelops her, yet curiously avoids her arms, face, and brilliant red hair. The last remnants of her clothes are transformed, the goo weaving itself into a slick, black dress that clings to her form like a second skin.
Mary Jane gasps, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and exhilaration. She slowly rises to her feet, the new dress rippling with every movement, sending shivers of sensation through her body. "Incredible… it feels like nothing I’ve ever known," she murmurs, awe coloring her voice.
Mary Jane[/@ch_1] moves towards the bed in the far corner. The black dress shifts with her steps, conforming to every curve and flex, a tactile reminder of her transformation.]
She reaches down, fingertips exploring the surface of her new attire, marveling at its smooth, ever-moving texture. Each touch sends a ripple of delight through her nerves, drawing a quiet laugh from her lips. "I could get used to this," she says, voice low and resonant.
Mary Jane[/@ch_1]’s measured breaths.]
She lays back on the bed, the symbiote dress flowing around her like liquid shadow. As she stretches out, the sensation deepens, soothing and invigorating at once, as if the symbiote is both armor and comfort. For a long moment, she simply lies there, eyes closed, savoring the sensation of becoming something new—and entirely herself.
