A Cuter One Than Volt Vixen Would Usually Play

Chillin' on Mark's couch, I'm dressed down in some casual clothes, a far cry from my usual skin-tight fighting gear. I look… normal, which is weird as hell for me, but it feels oddly right given the circumstances.

"So, this is kinda fucked up, huh?" I say, breaking the ice as I catch Mark giving me another one of his unsure looks. "You owning me and all."

"Yeah, it's… it's a lot," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm still not sure how to wrap my head around it."

I throw my legs up on the coffee table, leaning back with a casual shrug. "Feels pretty normal to me. Just another day of doing whatever the fuck I need to," I say with a half-smile. "And hey, if you're still feeling weird about it, I can suck your dick or offer up my ass to lighten the mood." I'm only half-joking, watching closely for his reaction.

He laughs, but it's a bit strained. "Let's just plan out the day, okay? How you're gonna act like my girlfriend and all that."

I arch an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on my lips. "I can be your girlfriend in all the ways that matter, you know," I tease, letting my body subtly morph to accentuate my curves a touch more, just enough to draw his eyes to the right places.

But he's not having it, his frustration clear. "Kat, come on…"

Shit, I let myself get carried away. I reel it back, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to push it. What do you want, huh? Your perfect girlfriend—what's she look like?"

He blinks at me, surprised by the question. "I… I didn't expect you to show up as Volt Vixen, if that's what you're asking."

I lean forward, my elbows on my knees. "Then let's craft that perfect girlfriend for you. What's she like, Mark? Spill the details. I'm your goddamn genie right now—your wish, my command." I can see the wheels turning in his head, the power of choice lighting up his eyes. And I can't help but think, lucky bastard gets to design his dream girl, and I'm the one who's gonna make it come to life.

Mark's eyes light up, a kid in a candy store that's just been given free rein. "You're seriously gonna let me decide?" he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Fuck yeah, I am. Shoot," I reply, already feeling the tingle of my powers at the ready.

He starts with, "I've always had a thing for redheads," and I chuckle, feeling my hair shift in color and texture. I toss my head slightly, letting him take in the fiery shade now crowning my head. "Like this?"

"Yeah, but keep it short," he instructs, and I feel my hair retracting, shaping itself into a sassy pixie cut.

"Green eyes good for you?" I ask, already feeling the emerald hue bleed into my irises.

He nods, and as I blink, my eyes settle into the new color. "Perfect," he murmurs, a little breathless.

"Alright, what's next?" I prod, crossing my arms under my tits and giving him a full view.

His gaze drops to my chest, and he mumbles something about big tits. I grin and inflate my chest, going overboard till I'm cartoonish. "Too much?"

He gulps, "Yeah, tone it down. Natural, you know?"

I roll my eyes playfully and adjust, feeling the weight settle into a more realistic, yet still generous size. "Wanna give 'em a test run?" I offer, and he can't resist copping a feel. His hands are warm, a little rough, and he squeezes just right to make me stifle a moan. But when I see his cock starting to tent his pants, I know it's time to switch gears.

"Face, freckles, anything else?" I ask, shifting my features subtly, adding the cute specks across my nose and cheeks.

He's staring now, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. "Jesus, Kat… you look incredible."

A smirk curls my lips. "Voice too. What you want me to sound like?"

He's amazed, completely caught up in the magic show. We play with pitches and tones until we find one that's all honey and warmth. "I can't promise I'll act as cute as this sounds, but I'll give it a shot," I say, the new voice smooth as silk.

"You're perfect, Kat. Fucking perfect," he says, and I can tell he means it.

I stand before him, the embodiment of his fantasies, ready to play the part of the perfect girlfriend. And I can't help but think how fucking lucky he is to have me, Volt Vixen, at his beck and call.

"I could make this my default look when we're out and about," I suggest to Mark, glancing down at my newly adjusted assets with a smirk. "Might even keep it for our private time, if you want the full girlfriend package."

His grin tells me he's more than just okay with that idea. He slides up behind me, hands finding my hips before wandering up to cup my now-perfect tits. I know, in any other situation, I'd have electrocuted him for less, but the way I'm wired now, all I can think about is how much I want to give him whatever he wants.

As his fingers dig into my flesh, I can't help but push back against him, my body responding to his touch. But just as I start to get into it, he pushes me away, reminding me there's work to do.

"So, what's my backstory?" I ask, turning to face him with my hands planted on my hips. "Gotta be something I can remember easily, since we're on the clock here."

He hesitates, his cheeks flushing with a shy shade of red. "Doesn't really matter," he mumbles. "I just… want to show you off, honestly."

I laugh, the sound richer and warmer with my new voice. "Well, I'm all for giving you whatever you want," I say, and then lean in closer, dropping my voice to a sultry whisper, "I won't take it the wrong way if you use me as your glorified fuck doll in public."

We both know I need a new name for this gig, something that'll fit the hot, cute redhead I've become. "So, what's it gonna be? What do you name your new human pet?" I tease, nudging him with my elbow.

He thinks for a moment, his eyes scanning over me like I'm a piece of art he's just created. "Let's call you… Amber," he finally says, a satisfied nod accompanying the decision.

"Amber, it is," I affirm, the name feeling as natural as the freckles on my cheeks. "Just remember, I'm all yours, Mark. Whatever you want, Amber's game."