"You don't understand!" Danielle repeated, as she paced frantically across her spacious living room. "I can't do this!"
In frustration, she reached up and combed a hand through her hair. Somehow, that only made it worse. It had been almost a week since Danielle's impromptu makeover, and she still hadn't gotten used to how her hair felt now, short and swept on one side and shaved on the other. The sensation was nothing but a fresh reminder of why, exactly, she was so upset.
"Of course you can," Grace, her personal assistant, assured her smoothly. "It's just an interview. You've done this dozens of times before. It's totally gonna be great!"
Danielle just shook her head. She was falling apart. She'd been falling apart all week. Grace was the only thing keeping her together. Her assistant's tireless efforts were the only reason she hadn't gone full meltdown. That, and the fact that her fiancé, Cameron, still wasn't home. One look at him would have snapped Danielle's porcelain-fragile mental health like a twig.
She'd cheated on him. That was the problem. At the hair salon, something indescribable had come over Danielle, and she'd ended up with the hair stylist bent over the counter, her pussy dripping all over Danielle's hand. Even now, she couldn't fathom what she'd been thinking, or why she'd been so turned. If she didn't know better, she'd think she'd been drugged. Fortunately, that was impossible with Grace keeping a watchful eye out. Unfortunately, just the memory of the way she'd had Katerina squirming under her fingers was enough to make Grace wet.
Right before it made her chest ache with guilt.
Danielle wasn't naïve. This was Hollywood. Infidelity happened. Danielle wasn't the first celebrity to risk a discreet fuck with someone and she wouldn't be the last. Except, Danielle had always intended to be different. She took relationships seriously. When she'd accepted Cameron's proposal, she'd fully and gladly known that it would mean being faithful to him forever. Now, her promises were all tainted, and her newfound sexuality along with it.
It was more than she could handle.
"They're going to ask," Danielle muttered hysterically, still pacing. "They're going to ask about Cameron. They're going to ask about our relationship. And I'll... I can't... what do I do?"
"Calm down, babe," Grace soothed. She was sitting on Danielle's couch, looking utterly serene. "The interviewer isn't coming here to talk about that. They just, like, want to talk about your new look!"
Grace was right, even if it was cold comfort. Partly at Grace's urging, after her haircut, Danielle had taken a series of selfies for social media to show off her dramatic new look. They'd blown up beyond all expectations. Her Instagram had exploded, and a whole new breed of fans had flocked to her in droves - mostly women, who were, apparently, very supportive of other women with alternative looks. Her friend, Dulcinea, seemed to have helped send them her way. Danielle would have to thank her.
Danielle's newfound popularity had brought her some measure of comfort. Her flagging career could certainly use it. In her line of work, there was no such thing as bad fame. The sudden social media boost had even prompted some professional interest - including the magazine interview that Grace had booked for her that afternoon.
The interview that currently had Danielle in hysterics.
"Yes!" she conceded unhappily. "But they're still going to ask! Of course they are! We're a celebrity couple. And besides, he's more famous than I am! What am I supposed to say?"
"I mean, like, what is there to say?" Grace's calm bordered on unnatural.
"What..." Danielle simply couldn't see where her assistant was coming from. "What is there to say? After what I did? I... I don't know! That's the problem!" Exhausted, she collapsed in a heap in the armchair opposite where Grace was sitting. "I can't just pretend that everything is fine, Grace. I can't."
She let out a long, weary, miserable sigh.
"But... everything is fine," Grace insisted. "Babe, I don't get what you're so worked up about!"
Danielle looked at her, speechless. "I cheated on my fiancé, Grace!"
Something dangerously close to amusement danced in Grace's eyes. "No you didn't," she replied.
Danielle stared at Grace in utter disbelief. "What are you talking about? You were there!"
She and Grace had been having this argument all week, in various forms. Danielle appreciated that Grace was just trying to help her feel better, but it hadn't worked. This angle, though, was new to her.
"I know, babe." The trans woman stretched out languidly across Danielle's couch. "Trust me, I remember the way you topped Katerina. The whole salon smelled like pussy once you were done. And the look on your face when you called her a good girl? Delicious."
Danielle's eyes shot wide at Grace's lurid words, and she found herself squeezing her thighs together. "T-that's not the point," she retorted. "I betrayed Cameron!"
Grace just shrugged. "Eh. Not really."
For perhaps the first time, Danielle was on the verge of growing angry at her assistant. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Grace seemed to notice her mood, and move swiftly to explain.
"Listen, babe, it's like this," Grace said. "Have you ever been to a frat party?"
Danielle shook her head.
"Well, trust me," Grace continued. "Guys at frat parties love it when their girlfriends make out with each other. They, like, practically beg them to do it. Especially when everybody's real drunk. It's just no big deal."
Danielle frowned. "I don't think that's the same," she replied.
"Why not?"
"For one thing, we went, um, a lot further than just making out." Once again, the memory of what she'd done to Katerina flashed before Danielle's eyes, making her blush. It was always sweet, no matter how ashamed of it she was.
"Eh." Grace shrugged, a crafty smirk on her face. "Maybe. Maybe not. But, like, how much does that really matter? You were just letting off some steam. Most guys would think it was hot."
Danielle's frown deepened. "It matters to me," she said, in a warning tone.
Grace did not heed the warning. Instead, she rolled her eyes, exasperated, and rose to her feet. "Wow, babe. You're way too strung up about this. I think you just need to, like, take it easy for a bit."
Something about the way she was behaving made Danielle deeply uncomfortable, especially as she started to circle around the celebrity, still sitting on her armchair. "What are you-"
"Shh," Grace urged her, making her voice soft as she rested her hands on Danielle's shoulders. "You just gotta relax. Let me work my magic on you, m'kay?"
Danielle gasped as Grace started applying pressure, massaging her shoulders in that way, by now, was incredibly familiar. The effect was electrifying. Eagerly and automatically, her body started to relax and sag.
On this occasion, though, it wasn't welcome.
