MidReal Story

Transforming Ariana Grande

Osman Şeker

Scenario:Brandon was a normal 19-year-old boy, home for the holidays, and bored out of his mind playing video games. When the doorbell rang, he thought it might be a package or something left for him. He went to the door and, sure enough, found a small package with his name on it. Confused but curious, he brought it inside and tore it open. As Brandon pulled the tape off the package and pried open the flaps, an invisible powder was released into the air. He didn’t notice it at first, but as he reached into the package to see what was inside, he unknowingly inhaled the strange powder. Almost immediately, a tingling sensation spread through his body, but he brushed it off, thinking nothing of it. Inside the package was a stunning outfit—a lavender strapless dress with a dramatic ruffled skirt, paired with matching thigh-high boots. It looked both elegant and bold, something a pop star might wear. Brandon couldn’t fathom why this outfit had been sent to him, but before he could think any further, the tingling sensation intensified, spreading from his lungs throughout his entire body. He glanced down at his hands and noticed them shrinking, becoming delicate and soft. Panic began to set in as he watched his fingers slim down, his nails extending and shaping into perfectly manicured forms. His arms followed suit, becoming slender and feminine. His heart pounded in his chest, but the changes continued relentlessly. Brandon could feel his legs shifting, his thighs becoming thicker and shapelier while his calves slimmed down. His height diminished from 5’10” to a petite 5’1”, making the room around him seem larger. A fiery pain shot through his groin as he looked down, horrified, to see his manhood receding, disappearing entirely, leaving behind a sensitive, wet vagina. His hips widened, forming perfect 32-inch curves, while his waist cinched into a tiny 24 inches, and his stomach tightened, becoming flat and toned. As his body continued to transform, Brandon’s memories began to blur and shift. He tried to recall his birth year—2005, wasn’t it? But no, that didn’t seem right anymore. Suddenly, it felt more like he was born in 1993, just like Ariana Grande. The memories of his childhood in the early 2000s began to fade, replaced by memories of a life growing up in the spotlight, a life filled with singing, acting, and performing on stage. Brandon’s chest tingled as small breasts began to form, stopping at a modest A-cup, matching the real Ariana Grande’s petite frame. His hair changed next, turning a glossy shade of deep brown, growing longer and cascading past his shoulders, just like in the image of Ariana Grande he had seen on TV. As his hair grew, so did memories of styling it in the signature high ponytail for various events, red carpets, and performances. When his face began to shift, Brandon rushed to the mirror, desperate to see what was happening. His features softened and reshaped, his eyes widening, his lips plumping, and his nose becoming more petite. The reflection staring back at him was no longer his own but that of Ariana Grande—complete with her signature glamorous makeup. Yet, as he looked at the reflection, it felt less foreign and more like the face he had always known. He tried to think back to his teenage years, but now all he could remember was releasing hit songs, the excitement of seeing his music climb the charts, and the love from millions of fans around the world. The memories of being Brandon—the 19-year-old boy who loved video games—were slipping away, replaced by the life and experiences of Ariana Grande. As Ariana—tried to process what was happening, her mind began to shift too. The panic subsided, replaced by an unfamiliar but growing appreciation for her new form. She found herself reaching for the lavender dress and thigh-high boots from the package, eager to see how they would look on her. She slipped into the dress, feeling the smooth fabric hug her new 32-24-32 curves perfectly, the ruffled skirt adding a playful yet sophisticated flair. The thigh-high boots slid on effortlessly, elongating her already slim legs. She twirled in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection, marveling at how naturally the outfit seemed to suit her. As she gazed into the mirror, it felt right, like she had always been Ariana. No longer Brandon, she felt a surge of confidence and excitement. Ariana smiled at herself in the mirror, already thinking about her upcoming tour and the songs she would perform. The transformation was complete, and she couldn’t wait to step out and embrace her new reality—because, as far as she was concerned, this was who she had always been.

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Brandon was a normal 19-year-old boy, home for the holidays, and bored out of his mind playing video games. When the doorbell rang, he thought it might be a package or something left for him. He went to the door and, sure enough, found a small package with his name on it. Confused but curious, he brought it inside and tore it open. As Brandon pulled the tape off the package and pried open the flaps, an invisible powder was released into the air. He didn’t notice it at first, but as he reached into the package to see what was inside, he unknowingly inhaled the strange powder. Almost immediately, a tingling sensation spread through his body, but he brushed it off, thinking nothing of it. Inside the package was a stunning outfit—a lavender strapless dress with a dramatic ruffled skirt, paired with matching thigh-high boots. It looked both elegant and bold, something a pop star might wear. Brandon couldn’t fathom why this outfit had been sent to him, but before he could think any further, the tingling sensation intensified, spreading from his lungs throughout his entire body. He glanced down at his hands and noticed them shrinking, becoming delicate and soft. Panic began to set in as he watched his fingers slim down, his nails extending and shaping into perfectly manicured forms. His arms followed suit, becoming slender and feminine. His heart pounded in his chest, but the changes continued relentlessly. Brandon could feel his legs shifting, his thighs becoming thicker and shapelier while his calves slimmed down. His height diminished from 5’10” to a petite 5’1”, making the room around him seem larger. A fiery pain shot through his groin as he looked down, horrified, to see his manhood receding, disappearing entirely, leaving behind a sensitive, wet vagina. His hips widened, forming perfect 32-inch curves, while his waist cinched into a tiny 24 inches, and his stomach tightened, becoming flat and toned. As his body continued to transform, Brandon’s memories began to blur and shift. He tried to recall his birth year—2005, wasn’t it? But no, that didn’t seem right anymore. Suddenly, it felt more like he was born in 1993, just like Ariana Grande. The memories of his childhood in the early 2000s began to fade, replaced by memories of a life growing up in the spotlight, a life filled with singing, acting, and performing on stage. Brandon’s chest tingled as small breasts began to form, stopping at a modest A-cup, matching the real Ariana Grande’s petite frame. His hair changed next, turning a glossy shade of deep brown, growing longer and cascading past his shoulders, just like in the image of Ariana Grande he had seen on TV. As his hair grew, so did memories of styling it in the signature high ponytail for various events, red carpets, and performances. When his face began to shift, Brandon rushed to the mirror, desperate to see what was happening. His features softened and reshaped, his eyes widening, his lips plumping, and his nose becoming more petite. The reflection staring back at him was no longer his own but that of Ariana Grande—complete with her signature glamorous makeup. Yet, as he looked at the reflection, it felt less foreign and more like the face he had always known. He tried to think back to his teenage years, but now all he could remember was releasing hit songs, the excitement of seeing his music climb the charts, and the love from millions of fans around the world. The memories of being Brandon—the 19-year-old boy who loved video games—were slipping away, replaced by the life and experiences of Ariana Grande. As Ariana—tried to process what was happening, her mind began to shift too. The panic subsided, replaced by an unfamiliar but growing appreciation for her new form. She found herself reaching for the lavender dress and thigh-high boots from the package, eager to see how they would look on her. She slipped into the dress, feeling the smooth fabric hug her new 32-24-32 curves perfectly, the ruffled skirt adding a playful yet sophisticated flair. The thigh-high boots slid on effortlessly, elongating her already slim legs. She twirled in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection, marveling at how naturally the outfit seemed to suit her. As she gazed into the mirror, it felt right, like she had always been Ariana. No longer Brandon, she felt a surge of confidence and excitement. Ariana smiled at herself in the mirror, already thinking about her upcoming tour and the songs she would perform. The transformation was complete, and she couldn’t wait to step out and embrace her new reality—because, as far as she was concerned, this was who she had always been.

Brandon

and skeptical. Brandon spends most of his time playing video games, dreaming of an alternate reality where he is famous and wealthy. When a mysterious package arrives at his doorstep, he uncovers a shocking transformation into looking like pop star Ariana Grande. Confused and disoriented, Brandon struggles to remember his past while embracing his new identity.

Ariana Grande

adventurous, and selfreflective. After receiving a mysterious package that changes her, Ariana discovers that she has transformed into a 19yearold version of herself. Confused but intrigued, she embraces this new identity and struggles to integrate it with her existing persona while feeling an unexpected connection to the young man who once was her doppelganger.

Jaden Smith

and concerned. Jaden reaches out to Ariana after she goes missing, only to receive a cryptic message from her. When Ariana reveals her transformation into a young version of herself, Jaden is shocked but quickly offers his support. He remains a constant presence in her life as she navigates this new reality and tries to understand the changes happening within and around her.

I was a little skeptical when I went to the door.

I had been playing video games all morning, and I wasn’t expecting anyone.

But when I opened it, I found a small package sitting on my doorstep.

It had my name on it, so I brought it inside and tried to figure out what it was.

There wasn’t a return address on the package anywhere, so I was completely stumped.

I decided to open it, hoping that whatever was inside would give me a hint as to who had sent it.

As soon as I pulled the tape off the flaps, I heard a faint hissing sound.

At first, I thought something was wrong, that maybe the package had been damaged in some way.

But as I pried the flaps open, the hissing stopped, and all I could hear was silence.

Confused but still curious, I reached into the package and found a bunch of clothes.

They were folded neatly, one on top of the other, and they were covered in a thin layer of tissue paper.

As soon as I touched the paper, though, it disintegrated in my hands.

I tried to brush it away, but it only seemed to get worse.

The powder from the tissue covered everything: my hands, my clothes, even the air around me.

I stumbled backward, trying to get away from the cloud of powder that was slowly spreading through my apartment.

But as I moved, I felt something strange happen.

It started in my fingertips, a tingling sensation that spread up through my hands and into my wrists.

My fingers were shaking uncontrollably now, and I could see the tissue paper crumbling into dust on my skin.

I tried to brush it off, but it was no use.

The dust was everywhere, and I could feel its effects taking hold of me.

My hands began to shrink before my eyes, the skin smoothing and softening.

My fingers were growing thinner and longer, my nails lengthening into perfect ovals.

The tingling sensation was getting stronger now, spreading up my arms and into my shoulders.

I could feel myself changing, my body reshaping itself before my very eyes.

I stumbled toward my phone, trying to grab it with my newly formed fingers.

I needed help, needed someone to come and take care of me.

But when I looked down at the screen, I saw that I had no signal.

I tried to call out for assistance, but all that came out of my mouth was a weak croak. The transformation continued unabated, my arms slimming down as they grew longer.

I could feel my shoulders narrowing now, and I knew that my body was changing in ways that I couldn’t even begin to imagine.

My clothes were starting to feel loose on me, and when I looked down at myself, I realized why.

My hips were starting to widen, taking on a more feminine shape.

My stomach was flattening out too, becoming smooth and tight beneath my shirt.

The tingling sensation had spread all over my body now, and I could feel every muscle shifting and reforming itself as the transformation continued.

I stumbled into the bathroom, desperate to see what was happening to me.

When I looked into the mirror, I saw that my face was changing too: softer features, full lips, delicate cheekbones.

Even my hair seemed different somehow: longer and thicker than before. My shoulders had narrowed so much now that they almost disappeared beneath the collar of my shirt.

And when I looked down at myself, I could see that the rest of my body had changed too: smooth curves where there used to be sharp angles; a gentle swell at the top of my thighs where they met at the crotch. My pants were so baggy on me now that they kept falling down whenever I moved around.

"Is that really you, Alex?" a voice called from behind me, startling me out of my daze.

I turned to see my best friend, Jamie, standing in the doorway with wide eyes.

"I don't know what's happening to me," I whispered, my voice sounding unfamiliar even to myself.

I stumbled to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, my head spinning with conflicting memories.

The Justin Bieber poster on my wall caught my eye, and I couldn't help but smile at how much I loved his music.

But wait... hadn't I been on tour with him in 2015?

No, that couldn't be right.

I was Brandon, a guy who played video games all day in his room.

Yet when I tried to remember my high school graduation last year, the memory seemed to dissolve into flashes of recording my first album in a studio.

My phone buzzed with a text from Jaden asking where I'd been all day.

The name felt familiar, though I'd never met him before.

I grabbed my head, trying to sort through the clashing memories.

But more kept flooding in: dance rehearsals, vocal training, sold-out concerts.

I sit at my desk, staring at my phone as another text from Jaden lights up the screen.

"Where have you been? Everyone's worried."

The name triggers a cascade of memories: late-night studio sessions, sharing jokes between takes, his steady presence through my rising fame.

But something feels off about these memories.

I try to remember playing games with Jamie last week, but that image dissolves into rehearsing choreography instead.

My fingers hover over the phone, trembling slightly.

The lavender dress catches my eye, and without thinking, I stand up and walk toward it.

Each step feels more natural in this new body, even as the last fragments of Brandon's life fade away.

"Alex, are you okay?" Jamie asked, stepping closer with concern etched on their face.

"I think I'm becoming someone else," I replied, my voice a mix of fear and wonder.

Jamie hesitated, then said softly, "Maybe this is who you were always meant to be."

I stand before the full-length mirror, studying my reflection with growing certainty.

The lavender dress hugs my curves perfectly, and when I strike a few poses, it feels like second nature.

My phone buzzes again - another text from Jamie asking if I'm alright.

I delete it without responding; the name feels foreign now, like a distant memory from a life I never knew.

Instead, I open my camera and start recording myself singing "7 Rings."

My voice hits every note effortlessly, as if I've performed this song countless times before.

The muscle memory feels natural, like I've lived a thousand lives in one day.

I stare at the texts from Jaden, a growing sense of discomfort washing over me.

The casual tone, the references to shared memories I can't quite place... it feels like an invasion, as if a stranger is claiming to know me intimately.

My finger hovers over the block button, my heart pounding in my chest.

This isn't right; these texts feel wrong, like a violation of my personal space.

Without hesitation, I block his number and delete the texts.

Turning my attention back to my phone, I open my calendar app and scan the upcoming events.

Tonight's concert at Madison Square Garden jumps out at me - it's time to start getting ready.

I begin my pre-show routine, running through vocal warmups and stretches.

Each movement feels familiar, as if I've done this countless times before.

Next, I move on to breathing exercises, centering myself for the performance ahead.

Finally, I stand before the mirror and run through the choreography one last time.

With a deep breath, I step into the spotlight, ready to embrace the life that now feels undeniably mine.

I stand before my vanity, expertly applying R.E.M. Beauty products with practiced precision.

My fingers glide across the collection, selecting the perfect shade of lip color.

As I apply the deep red lipstick, I watch my lips become fuller and more defined.

The mini red dress hugs my curves as I slip it on, replacing the lavender one.

I step into towering red heels, gaining back some height.

A spritz of Ari perfume completes my transformation - sweet and seductive.

My phone buzzes with notifications about tonight's MSG show, but I'm lost in my reflection, mesmerized by how natural this all feels.

I sit at my vanity, scrolling through old photos on my phone.

Each one triggers a rush of memories, as if I've lived a thousand lives in one day.

The three years with Graham, the rollercoaster with Jai, Nathan's sweet voice, Sean's ambition, Ricky's dance moves... each image brings back intense feelings.

Mac's gentle smile and our studio sessions make my heart ache.

Pete's whirlwind proposal flashes through my mind, followed by the pain of Mac's death.

Dalton's wedding photos make me pause - our private ceremony, the viral Instagram posts, the recent divorce.

My hands tremble as I find a new photo with Ethan from the Wicked set.

The memories feel so real now, I can barely remember being anyone else.

I scroll through my contacts, finding Ethan's name.

My heart skips a beat as I type out an invitation to tonight's show.

My fingers hover over the keyboard before adding a suggestive hint about heading to Miami afterward.

The message feels natural, intimate - exactly how I'd talk to him.

When he responds minutes later, eager and excited, I can't help but grin.

I start packing an overnight bag, selecting lingerie and a silk robe I know he loves.

The familiar excitement builds as I imagine our night together, my body responding with eager anticipation.

"Hey, are you sure about this?" Ethan's voice crackles through the phone, a hint of concern lacing his words.

"Absolutely," I reply confidently, "I've never felt more certain about anything in my life."

"But what about everything you've left behind?" he presses gently, his curiosity mingling with genuine care.

I sit on my bed, phone pressed to my ear as his words fill the room.

My fingers trace the delicate edge of the packed lingerie, a soft smile tugging at my lips.

"It's all so natural now," I explain, "like I've lived this life before. The memories feel real, Ethan."

I pause, reflecting on our past dates and stolen moments.

"I know how you make me laugh, the way you always surprise me with little gestures. It feels like we've been together for years, not just a few months."

His voice softens, relief evident in his tone.

"Are you really okay with all this?" he asks again.

"Yes," I reassure him, "I'm more than okay. I feel alive."

He sighs, his breath a gentle caress against my ear.

"I've heard some rumors about you acting strangely," he confesses.

I laugh it off, my voice light and carefree.

"Oh, those? Just people who can't handle change. Let's not waste our time on them."

"Promise me you'll tell me everything when we're together," he pleads.

"I promise," I reply, my voice filled with sincerity.

"Face-to-face in Miami."

As I end the call, I zip up my overnight bag and glance at the clock.

The anticipation of tonight's show and the intimate conversation awaiting us in Miami fills me with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Ethan's voice comes through again, softer this time, "You know I'll always be here, right?"

I nod, even though he can't see me, "I know, Ethan. That's why this feels so right."

"Then let's make tonight unforgettable," he says with a smile in his voice.

I stand before my full-length mirror, methodically preparing for tonight's show.

My hands move with practiced grace as I spritz Breathtaking perfume across my neck and wrists, its sweet scent filling the air.

The red mini dress slides over my curves, the fabric hugging my body perfectly.

I wobble slightly as I step into the towering red heels, but muscle memory takes over and I find my balance.

At my vanity, I carefully apply R.E.M. Beauty products - foundation, contour, mascara, and finally, a bold red lip.

My phone buzzes with a text from Ethan saying he's waiting at the venue.

I slide into the back of my black SUV, my heart racing with anticipation.

The driver navigates through Manhattan traffic as I touch up my lipstick, checking my reflection in my compact mirror.

Outside Madison Square Garden, fans crowd behind barriers, their phones raised to capture my arrival.

Security guides me through the back entrance where Ethan waits in a leather jacket and dark jeans.

His eyes light up as I approach.

Without hesitation, he pulls me close, one hand on my lower back.

The familiar scent of his cologne fills my senses as our lips meet.

"Wow, you look incredible," Ethan murmurs against my lips, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes.

"Thanks," I reply with a playful grin, "I figured I'd make an entrance tonight."

He chuckles softly, his gaze turning serious, "Are you ready for what comes after the show?"