Day two (Naomi).

Naomi was on her feet before her eyes were open, silently padding through the dark to their bathroom. As she sat on the toilet, she reflected on the last few days and the years to come.

She had always been a cheerful person, and that wasn't changing. With Davin, her natural urge to speak up had been dampened by her assumption that most men like their women pretty and silent. Now that she was bound to Natalie (she teared up with joy just thinking about it!) her effervescent personality was blossoming.

There had been some changes, though. Naomi looked at herself in the mirror; a bedraggled mess, toothpaste smeared around her mouth and a blond rat's nest atop her head. She spit and rinsed and gargled before stepping into the shower.

One of the nice things about being bound to her girlfriend was that Naomi could appreciate her body now. Not for the qualities some random horny dude looked for, but the little things Natalie had grown to appreciate. She suddenly had a mental index of every compliment and criticism Natalie had ever thrown her way; how she liked her hair, her makeup, her clothes. She thought about how Natalie's hands always found their way to her ass immediately when they got intimate.

I've got an amazing ass. No more body image issues. She squeezed her ample backside and smiled contentedly, knowing that Natalie liked it. Her hips, her breasts, her face - Natalie thought Naomi was beautiful, so Naomi knew she was beautiful.

Of course, that didn't mean she shouldn't accentuate the positives. As she stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel, she reflected on Natalie's reactions from the previous day and made a catalogue of ways to improve. Tone down the makeup. Dress more casually. Tighter pants for sure.

She got ready on autopilot, planning out her day as she went. Go to class, work on the apartment, work out... she should get in touch with Sophie. Live that rich, full, independent life that Natalie wanted her to have.

Once she was dressed, Naomi began working on breakfast. She was already getting better at being helpful without being servile; today she made black coffee and scrambled eggs. She even timed it so the eggs would be a little cold when Natalie woke up. She wanted Natalie to enjoy her morning as much as possible, and that meant not feeling guilty because her girlfriend was a ****.

Finally Natalie's alarm went off. After several minutes Nat padded into the living room, rubbing her eyes.

"Morning, babe!" Naomi said chipperly. "I made you eggs and coffee again!"

"You don't have to do that every morning," Natalie muttered. "Thanks, though."

"Of course. Don't worry, I had some too. I'm not gonna go hungry while I make you breakfast." Naomi set a plate of eggs and cup of coffee on the table as Natalie pulled out a chair. Naomi kissed her girlfriend sweetly on the temple and went to gather her things for class.

"Oh, hey, I've got my quant analysis study group tonight," Natalie said. "Are you gonna be ok on your own?"

Naomi adopted an expression of mock astonishment. "Oh my God, Natalie! What am I going to do? How am I going to survive-"

"Ok, smartass." Natalie acted annoyed but Naomi could sense the relief at how normal things felt. "I'm not the one with a weird magic curse. I was just asking."

"I'll be fine, sweetie." Naomi said as she walked out to go to class.