I found myself sitting on a couch in a big living room or hall space. I also felt strange. My hair got longer and was tied in a half ponytail. I freaked out a little and touched my chest and saw that I had breasts. My male private part was gone and replaced with a female one. I was a girl? But how? I thought that it was impossible. I was so hyped. I cleared my voice. I also wore a white crop tank top with blue jeans which showed of my slim-thick figure. I cleared my throat and heard the sound of a girl clearing her throat. It was me.
"Oh wow, look who's here," a voice said. I froze. It was a high very smooth beautiful voice. I saw the source and quickly looked away. "You're a fan, right? Well you were a depressed fan boy before. But now you're my new little sister. You should take a good look at your new form." I covered my stomach in embarrassment because my crop tank top was showing my navel and I was shy. I was so stiff in disbelief and surprised with what was happening. It was my dream to meet Ariana Grande but I was so shy. "Come on let me show you yourself. We walked to a nearby mirror and I looked at myself in shock and glanced away shyly. I was extremely beautiful and looked exactly like a nineteen year old Ariana Grande. "Ari how do you like yourself. You're so gorgeous." I blushed pink. My blushing was visible now. I wasn't brown race. I was white. I was Italian and Sicilian. "Talk," she said. "Oh my god. You're such an actress. I've seen you in your old life. You were such an actor. You would go to school and be sht and at home be a different person but that was when you were a boy. You were also so small 5'4". You're only 4'10" now as a girl. You live with me now as my little sister who I never had. "You look like a doll. Jeez. You're so damn shy." I blushed even more. "Listen, your memories of your old life will fade quickly and you'll accept your new life. The old you never existed."
I finally tried to talk. "Why am I a girl?" I asked nervously. I heard how sweet, smooth, and beautiful my voice sounded. I sounded like a white American girl.
"You always like me and was so obsessed and you needed a change to your life and your mental health. And those dreams you got many times with me turning you into a girl and you turning into a girl is your true destiny. My little sister, Sara Grande. I want you to sing."
"No," I said. "I'm too shy."
"Will a hug get rid of your shyness?" Ariana asked me. She grabbed me and hugged me so comfortably and tight for a whole minute. I hugged her too.
"I love you," I said to her. I blushed shyly after what I said because I exposed my emotions to her after many years of viewing her in the celebrity spotlight.
"Aww that's so sweet," Ariana said. "Can you sing? Sing The Way."
I shook my head.
"Why?" asked Ariana.
"No I don't sing," I said.
"Fine, Ariana said. "I'll give you an easy one. Sing Pink Champagne. You need to make a cover. Also you are me and I like singing all the time. Don't worry, soon you'll like singing when you get adjusted to your new mind and body. I knew that you liked to play guitar when you were a very young before you even knew how to write or read. So that means that you should like singing too especially with your new beautiful girl voice which is perfect for singing. I'll get a guitar. I don't know if you still know how to play. You'll play it and sing Pink Champagne for me."
