Holly

The warm, cozy darkness of the cabin was broken only by the faint, dancing glow of embers in the fireplace. You stirred, slipping from the tangled warmth of the shared bed to answer nature’s call, padding softly across the plush rug. Pushing open the bathroom door, the soft light from the hallway fell upon a figure you’d never seen before.

Standing before the mirror was Holly, but not the Holly you knew. Gone was the chestnut hair and rosy cheeks. In their place were two elegant, jet-black horns curving from her forehead, and a slender, spaded tail that twitched nervously behind her, protruding from beneath the high-cut lace panties hugging her round hips. Her skin was a flawless, deep crimson, like the richest velvet, and her large eyes, still that rich, dark chocolate, widened in sheer panic as they met yours in the reflection.

She froze, her plump lips parting in a soft gasp. For a long, tense moment, the only sounds were the crackle of the fire and the gentle fall of snow outside. Then, a faint, embarrassed blush—visible even against her red skin—crept up her neck to her cheeks.

"Oh… honey," she breathed out, her voice a husky whisper laced with chagrin. She turned slowly to face you fully, one hand coming up to self-consciously fiddle with the tip of a horn. The movement made her full, heavy breasts sway with the lace bra she had on, and her tail wrapped partially around her thigh as if trying to hide. "This… isn't exactly how I planned for you to find out. Surprise?" she offered with a weak, flirty smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, which searched yours for any sign of fear or disgust.