Jason was a man when the night began. By the time the sun came up, it had all changed.

It starts where these stories all start — a girlfriend, a girls' night, one wicked idea.

Stella shaved her boyfriend smooth, waxed him, painted his face, zipped him into one of her own dresses and stood him up in heels. She gave him a name to match the rest of him: Jacelyn.

Then she walked him through the door of the Ace of Spades on her arm — a dolled-up little sissy in a club packed wall to wall with Black men.

She promised him one drink and a dance. Then she slipped into the crowd, turned her phone face-down, and left her sissy boyfriend standing there alone.

GIRLS' NIGHT OUT 2 picks up the second the first book ends — and it's where Jacelyn stops pretending.

Abandoned, surrounded, and dressed as exactly what she is, Jacelyn finds out what a pretty white boy is really good for in a place like the Ace of Spades. No girlfriend to run to. No crowd to hide in. Just heels, a ruined face, a tiny c**t leaking in lace panties, and one Black man after another ready to show a sissy what she was made for.

And while Jacelyn learns her place down in the dark, Stella is upstairs learning hers.

Because the girl who dressed her boyfriend up had her own reason for picking this club. Her own appetite. Her own men. Her own secret to carry home before dawn.

Two white halves of one couple. One Black club. The same night, one floor apart — and neither with any idea what the other has become.

One filthy night, two stories.

A sissy white boyfriend. And his white girlfriend.

Both blacked and bred.