Just a bit

Taking a sip of your coffee, you decide to take it easy on your henchwoman. “Listen. When you come out of your trance you won’t hesitate sharing intimate or very personal details with me if you think it will make me understand how you feel about being Elizabeth Paige. About being a girl and everything else that came with it. You won’t realize you are being unusually candid. In your mind you are just telling me some superficial stuff about Elizabeth, to buy time to figure out where to go from here, if you don’t want to tell me you used to be Toby after all.

You will keep talking about how your new life and body are treating you, until you’ll see me take a sip of my coffee. When that happens two things will happen. The first one is, that your bout of unusual openness will end. The second one is, that you won’t really remember what we talked about between sitting down here and me taking that sip. Just that you chickened out of telling me your real identity and blurted out some random stuff.

Telephone for sleeping Beauty.”

Liz blinks slowly, before giving you a slightly confused smile “I’m sorry, I lost my train of thought. What did we just talk about?”

“You mentioned the spell changed more than just your horn.” You supply helpfully.

“Oh! Right!”the excitement from before you put her under, flares back up. But a moment later you can watch doubt creep into her eyes “Right!” she repeats, with a bit less enthusiasm, and takes a sip from her coffee.

“There have been other changes. Like…. ” her gaze roams around the room, before she continues “.. like my chest. I never wore a bra before. I didn’t need to. But now I have two cupsizes on any girl I know, and it is really annoying. I mean, “ she gives you a wry smile ” I know guys find big boobs awesome, but when you have to deal with them… they are kind of a hassle. ”

“Oh? How so? ”

“Well, they are sorta heavy for one. I mean three to five pounds don’t sound like much. But when you have to carry them around all day, they are really noticeable. Especially because there is a difference between carrying a few pounds in an backpack or strapped to your hip and having that weight attached to your chest all day. Not the most ergonomic position. Thank god, I keep in great shape, so there isn’t any real backpain yet! “ she scowled ” But that’s another thing: Apparently I am way past the point where a sports-bra can stop them from jiggling during exercise. The best it can do, is make it bearable. And it is still annoying as fuck. ”

“You like sports?”

“It has been the one thing keeping me sane during the past few days. I was proud of my body, before.. before this” she gestures towards her chest “ and exercising hammers home all the things that changed about it, -which sucks - but at the same time seeing that I can still do all that even with a different centre of balance and “ She pauses and takes a long sip from her coffee ”….all the other crap…. It proves that I am still me. And after the week I had, I really needed that.”

You simply nod “ Oh?” to show you are still listening and to encourage her to continue. You don’t have to feign interest, but the less you talk the smaller the chance you’ll let slip that you are not exactly sympathetic.

“It’s not just the weight that is bothering me. ” Liz confides after a moment “Last week I could have walked in here and these two assholes ” she shoots a small glare at someone behind you “ wouldn’t have given me a second glance. But now…. “ her attention snaps back to you ” I mean I get it. If a pretty blonde with the biggest rack on campus walked in I’d… ” she hesitates before finishing the sentence with “I’d expect guys to stare at her.”

What she probably wanted to say was “….I’d leer too. ”

“Well to be fair. You are the prettiest girl I have seen this side of a TV-screen.” You say, “So it would be hard not to stare at least a little bit.”

“Don’t say that.” Liz mutters, preening just a little bit at the compliment despite her protest. “But… It’s fucking strange to be that blonde. Nobody treats me like they used to. Random guys smile at me for no reason. Or try to be helpful. And it’s fucking weird. “ she lowers her voice ”To see them smile and know later that day I’ll star in some wank-fantasy of theirs. And then of course there are some assholes ” another pointed glare in the direction of the entrance “who don’t even pretend they aren’t imagining me naked right now. Even when I go out wearing a burlap sack.”

“Well speaking as a guy. I thought you were rocking that grunge-look back when we first met. And you are hardly wearing a burlap sack. In fact, that outfit looks look absolutely stunning.”

“That… ” she mutters, a blush creeping on her cheeks “That’s just because I was going to meet you. ”

“What do you mean?” you ask, knowing full well why she dressed up.

“Well the ritual was actually some kind of love-spell. And now I can’t get the gentleman who rescued me out of my head no matter how much I try. ” she answers “And when I finally got the courage to go see you, I , well, I sorta wanted to impress you. I spent waaaaay too long trying to decide what to do with my hair this morning. ” She gives you a wry smile “and I never actually wore makeup before. But now here I am: wearing lip-gloss.”

“It looks really great.”

“Thanks.” She gives you a happy little smile, one hand going to her lips “I was worried it was too much. Or maybe too little. .” she shakes her head slightly “See! But that’s what I mean. All week I tried to find the frumpiest clothing possible whenever I had to leave the house. But today I spent all that morning trying to find the outfit you would like most. I even ditched the sports-bra at the last second for one that made my boobs look bigger Despite feeling totally embarrassed when people stare at them. Just on the chance that you might stare too. ”

“Are you asking me to ogle you?” you tease.

“No! Yeah? I mean. Maybe just a little bit. Because I am really regretting forcing myself through this, if the one guy I want to notice them is acting like a gentleman.”

“Believe me, it is really hard acting like a gentlemen around such a stunning lady.” You give her a teasing smile “I bet it would be pretty easy to make me stare.”

“How?”

“I am sure you could think of something.” You assure her.

“I probably could.” She agrees, you see her eyes flicker back to the two guys near the entrance.

Liz would probably be more bold about seducing you if you got rid of the audience. But maybe you’d like to see just how much she’d be willing to embarrass herself in public.