Ask Doe

"Now what do we do?" You ask her. "The kissing isn't working."

"That has to be it." Doe ponders from your shoulder. "The fairy tale dictates it as so. A kiss on the lips."

"Maybe the curse was changed." You say. "Maybe it's because I'm not a real prince."

"Maybe you're not doing it right." The bird says quietly. Her feathers ruffle in a sign of being flustered.

"What else can I do?! I kissed her right on the lips! I even used tongue!" You throw your hands up. "What else could I be doing wrong?"

"Wrong lips." Doe squeaks softly.

"What?" You ask, her comment catching you off guard.

"Girls have two pairs of lips, John." She says softly. "I think you're kissing the wrong one."

You stare at Briar Rose and slowly draw your gaze down her dress. Your eyes land between her legs, imagining what lies underneath her clothing. You lick your lips subconsiously.