A passionate redhead should liven things up

“How about a redhead instead. I have no idea why people are so obsessed with these walking matchsticks. But it’s still better than being a shy bookworm. “

You nod. Yeah… Yeah! That would work much better. There was too much that went into being e.g. a geek or a goth to be defined in a few sentences. But a fiery redhead, was easy. You could do that without twisting large aspects of Robins personality.

“You will need that knowledge of make-up if you want to hide the large smattering of freckles that came with being a natural ginger now, especially since you also have skin pale enough to make those freckles really pop and contrast with your vivid green eyes .”

And now for the ingenious part. Instead of messing with Robins personality directly you’ll just give her an excuse to lean into the stereotype. “You are convinced that the last change was more than skin-deep and made you smarter but also made it harder to keep your emotions and impulses in check – especially those befitting a hot-blooded redhead - and your new memories of her life paint Robin as someone who definitely has to struggle to keep a lid on her redheaded nature. ”

“Joy. ” Robin mutters sarcastically before blinking slowly as her mind resets “Did it work?” she asks even as she pulls out her wallet. Her sigh of relief as you nod, is cut short as she takes a look at her drivers license. “A redhead?” she looks at the wallet with rapidly building annoyance “Fuck!” before throwing it across the room.

Robin looks almost more shocked than you, as she watches the wallet bounce of the wall and land on the floor. “Fuck! ” she takes a deep breath to calm herself “I’m sorry. The last change made things worse.”

“Do you want to try again?” you offer, fully expecting it when Robin shakes her head. “No. ” she says slowly “I don’t think that would be a good idea. ” she sighs in annoyance “ I can live with having the worst hair colour. In fact….” she gives you a speculative look “I can work with this. You like redheads right? Because…” she gives you a slightly **** smile “.. I didn’t just complain about my face last night. I may also have complained a bit -ok, a LOT – that you seem to constantly forget that you turned me into a girl.”

“Errrr…”

“I didn’t tell her about your powers obviously. Just the way you keep treating me like some dumb childhood friend in some stupid romcom!” she takes the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head revealing a lacy black bra and the way her freckles extend down to the top of her shoulders and collarbone before slowly fading away before.

“What are you doing?”

“Figuring stuff out.” Robin grumbles as she nestles with her bra “You don’t treat me like a girl at all. So….” the bra falls away, revealing her small but firm breasts topped with lovely pink nipples “… unless you have the proof staring right into your face ” she juts her chest out a bit more, “I’ll never get rid of that fucking urge to figure out if I actually WANT you to treat me at least a little bit like a girl. But kissing you is too big a step. No way I am kissing another dude. But I shouldn’t be ashamed to be topless around another guy. And this isn’t my body anyway. So you get to see some boobs and I get rid of that fucking itch to know if I would like you to see them. Win-win. And then we can never talk about this again.”

Despite her brusque words Robin is fidgeting quite a bit, subtly adjusting her posture the entire time in a subconscious effort to look as good as possible. But one of the reasons things have been going way to slow, is that you keep forgetting about a counterintuitive aspect of Robins rewired personality: Paying less attention will work better than flattery to encourage her to take the next step.

So you allow yourself only a casual glance at her exposed chest. “ Yeah, that seems fair. It would be hard to explain to anyone else why you ditched your shirt. ” it’s hard not to let your eyes wander down to her chest as you talk, because modest as it is, this is still the first pair of boobs in over two years that exists outside your PC-screen “But if you just want to see if you could enjoy the attention, maybe the pool is a safer way to try it out? You’d get a bigger sample size too. It’s nice that you trust me enough not to make things awkward… ” Which is as far as you get before Robin takes your hand and firmly places it on her chest.

Your hand immediately gropes the warm flesh beneath your palm on sheer reflex. Robins grunt of displeasure causes you to snap back to your senses and relax your fingers. Of course, a breast wasn't something to grab like a ball. The surprise of feeling them beneath your palms had just momentarily been too much to resist. “I’m sorry. didn’t mean to do that.”

When you try to draw your hand away Robins hand, still lying atop yours draws it tighter against her chest for a moment before letting go. “I didn’t plan to do that either.” Robin admits “I really am a redhead now and,…. ” her eyes widen slightly “… and it isn’t the first time I did that. Or you. ”

Seeing you trying to puzzle out her last statement Robin expands “Girl-me met you on grinder, because Sylvie…. eh not important. The important part is, this morning I remembered nothing happening. We met, we talked and became friends. From there it was business as usual. But now girl-me invited you up for coffee and there was a lot of rebound sex on our first date. And the second. ” she trails off and chews her lower lip, her eyes focused on some point in the past.

“I’m sorry.” You try.

“You don’t need to be. “ Robin still sounds a bit distracted ” It was nice. You were nice. You didn’t push or laugh, when I – when she explained it was just a heat of the moment thing. You were a lot better than… than the others. ” she finishes her voice a mixture of horror and fascination. Her eyes snap back to the here and now “Shit! I have an entire porn folder in my brain now, because new me keeps dragging people of to make-out sessions in the heat of the moment! You need to change things so girl-me kept it in her pants! ”

When you open your mouth to respond she adds “But don’t make me asexual or anything.”

“Sure, you didn’t sleep with anyone yet. You didn’t even kiss yet. That work for you?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. ”

“But all that passion has to go somewhere: Your dreams are often of an erotic nature and grow more vivid and intense the longer it is since you got laid, but you can’t cum while you are sleeping.”

Robin just sighs before forgetting about the whole thing, and giving you a grateful look “Thank you. ” before surprising you – and probably herself -by puffing out her chest and asking “Do you want a second try?”

You lick your lips nervously, “Are you sure?” before cursing yourself inwardly for hesitating. Heh, you thought her flushed face was due to embarrassment. It probably is, in part, going by the way robin is chewing her lower lip. But that’s probably not the only reason. And it is definitely too warm in her for her nipples to get THAT stiff.

Instead of answering Robin takes your hand and once again guides it towards her chest “Those memories made it seem like a very good idea. ” she confides “ I just didn’t want to have the memories of strangers doing it dumped into my head. ” instead of putting your hand on her breast she releases it inches away from her flesh “But you aren’t a stranger.” she finishes In a husky tone.

You won’t waste that chance twice!

Robin let’s out a small hiss as your fingers brush gently against her skin but quickly tells you “Don’t stop! It just feels strange is all.” when you start to draw away. You continue to lightly brush against her breast until you grow bolder and massage the soft flesh a bit more firmly. Robin lets out another surprised noise when you lightly run a fingertip across her nipple. But aside from that she just stands there, letting you grope and massage her boobs.

“It feels nice.” she finally decides, “But not that much better than when I play with them myself. I really hoped it be better if it was someone else. ”

That’s certainly something you can help with. “Your boobs are just as sensitive as you hoped they’d be.”

Robin just nods, then her eyes widen and she leans into your touch “Hmmm! That’s more like it!” she murmurs contently.

Which gives you an idea “You are very vocal, and unless you concentrate really hard on it you are simply unable to keep quiet when sexual pleasure is involved.”

"Ooooh!..." This time you get not a quiet murmur, but a full-on moan in reward for your efforts. Something you fully expected, but Robins hand flies to her mouth in surprise at the outburst.

"Mpmphmm..." you watch her clench her face in an attempt to stop the very obvious sign of sexual pleasure, as you renew your efforts. But it takes her less than a minute to give up on that “Fu-uh-uck! I’m ahhhhactually getting weak in the knees..” she complains with a frustrated shake of her head, as she moves her hand from her mouth to grab your wrist to simultaneously press your hand harder into her chest and drag you with her as she stumbles backwards towards the couch. You wince as the sudden movement illicits a small stab of pain from your side, but between the painkillers and getting to touch boobs after way too long that bit of discomfort is quickly forgotten.

So far you were content to simply explore the perfect handful of soft flesh and listen to Robin obvious enjoyment, but seeing her lying there - flushed and moaning - you finally bring your second hand up to caress the neglected left boob. Not soon after Robin let’s out a long shuddering moan as her eyes slam shut and she convulses slightly under your hands. Holy..! Did she just cum just from having her tits fondled?

“Don’t…” Robins hand shoves yours away as you slow down for a moment “dare..stop.” she hisses out between gritted teeth. You quickly get back to work, and soon have her moans build to another crescendo – with one of robins hands now busy kneading and tweaking her chest your hand is free to roam across her sides and belly trying to find other spots that might illicit a reaction from her.

It must have felt better than you thought, because soon you feel Robin grab you by the wrist again and shove your exploring hand down her trousers “Stop teasing! ”. It doesn’t surprise you I the least to find her panties are already soaked through. Your fingers find her slippery folds soon after, and start to part them to a moan of approval from Robin. Your apartment has pretty thick walls, but when your fingertip finds the little nub you were searching for and start rubbing, the howl Robin let’s out shortly after can definitely be heard by all your neighbours. The sight is too much for you, and you let out a small groan of your own as you cum in your pants.

In the silence afterwards you notice that aside from the sticky mess in your boxershorts there is also something wet running down your side. You are a bit sweaty, so you didn’t pay it much attention in the heat of the moment, but when you look down you see a red spot spreading across the side of your t-shirt. Shit! you must have popped one of your stitches.

How the hell are you supposed to explain that to Robin? Should you just come clean about implanting a magic artifact into your own body out of -probably justified – paranoia?

Fortunately – or unfortunately – your worries are unfounded, because you aren’t the only one who had a bit of post-nut clarity. “Shiiiit!” robin let’s out a groan that has nothing to do with pleasure this time and hastily scrambles off the couch to retrieve her shirt. “Seems this redhead thing messed me up more than I thought. I completely forgot what I was doing! ” she hesitates for a moment before amending “ It felt great! But… Fuck! I shoved your hand down…. Thanks for, taking care of…..” she lets out a long breath “ Sorry that was all a bit much. And I have classes anyway. Talk about it later?”

“Suuure.” you agree. Aaaand she’s out the door already. Turns out being hopped up on pain-killers and post-orgasm drowsiness isn’t great for quick thinking. Otherwise you might have rembered you’d already discarded the idea of letting anyone within a hundred yards know when robin was getting laid. Because now you’d probably have to make the rounds around your neighbours to avoid drowning in noise-complaints if there were to be regular repeat performances of this morning. Hopefully with you actually getting to feel good too. Speaking off… you need to take a shower and change your boxers before crawling back into bed.

Well, it hadn’t been like you didn’t enjoy it, you decide as you slip back under the covers a few minutes later. Getting to second base with a petty girl was good enough for now. And tomorrow you’d see about getting Robin to return the favour.