Just tells her she's fine and walks off, there's bigger fish to catch.

Henry leaned in close to the girl, his voice dropping to a playful whisper as he let his gaze wander over her face. "I got bored of being the goody two shoes everyone expects me to be," he said, his lips curling into a confident smirk. "Don't you think it's time I had a little fun?" He watched as the girl's blush deepened, her eyes darting down to the way his breasts pressed against the thin camisole. Henry felt a thrill run through him at the power he suddenly held, seeing the effect this body had on people. He reached out and gave her arm a gentle squeeze, enjoying the way she tensed under his touch. "Don't worry about me, I know exactly what I'm doing," he added with a wink, before turning and sauntering away, feeling her gaze on his barely-covered ass the whole time.

He had only made it a few more steps before a tall shadow fell over him, and he looked up to see a genuinely handsome black guy with broad shoulders and a warm, easy smile blocking his path. "Well, well, well, little Alice," the guy said, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate right through Henry's borrowed chest. "You're looking different today. I like it." Henry felt his (Alice's) stomach flip as he looked up into those dark eyes, feeling suddenly small and exposed in a way that was electrifying rather than embarrassing. He watched the guy's gaze travel down his body, lingering on his breasts that were nearly escaping the camisole, and Henry felt a heat spread through him that was entirely new,this body's arousal was different, more diffuse and overwhelming than what he was used to as a man. "Maybe you and I should find somewhere private to talk," the guy continued, his hand reaching out to brush against Henry's arm, sending a shiver through him that made his nipples harden visibly against the thin fabric.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Henry managed, his voice catching in a way that sounded more like a nervous giggle than a refusal. The guy's smile only widened as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming Henry's senses in a way that made his borrowed head spin. Henry's mind screamed caution, but Alice's body was already responding, her skin tingling where the guy's hand had touched, her breasts feeling heavier and more sensitive against the thin satin. "Why not?" the guy asked, his voice dropping even lower as he leaned in, his breath warm against Henry's ear. "You look like you're ready for something new." Henry felt a shudder run through him, his knees growing weak as a flood of heat pooled in his belly, and he found himself unable to form a coherent response, his lips parting slightly as he looked up into those dark eyes, caught between the man he used to be and the woman he was pretending to be, he had a reputation to ruin after all.

"I don't, I never caught your name," Henry managed, his eyes wide as he looked up at the handsome stranger, feeling Alice's cheeks flush with a warmth that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the way this guy's presence seemed to short-circuit every rational thought in his borrowed brain. The guy's laugh was low and rich as he stepped even closer, his chest almost brushing against Henry's sensitive nipples through the thin camisole. "Marcus," he said, his hand coming up to cup Henry's chin with a gentleness that made Henry's knees feel like they were about to give out. "No need to tell me yours, I've seen you around Alice. Never like this though," He smiled. Henry felt a shudder run through him at those words, his mind screaming warnings while Alice's body melted into the touch, her breasts pressing against Marcus's chest as she swayed forward.

Henry's mind screamed in a sudden, dizzying panic, this was exactly what he had wanted, what he had set out to do, to ruin Alice's pristine reputation, to turn the good girl into a slutty mess that everyone would talk about. But now that it was happening, with Marcus's warm hand still cradling his chin and those dark eyes boring into him with obvious intent, the reality of it made his borrowed heart race with a fear that was entirely his own. He thought of the whispers that would follow Alice through the halls, the knowing glances, the way people would look at her differently after seeing her disappear with a guy like Marcus, and for a moment, Henry felt a sickening lurch in his stomach that was pure guilt. But then Marcus's thumb brushed across his lower lip, and Alice's body responded without his permission, her lips parting, her breasts pressing more firmly against that broad chest, and Henry felt the panic dissolve into a haze of heat and want that made his knees buckle as he leaned into the touch, his mind still shouting warnings even as his hands came up to grip Marcus's shirt, pulling him closer. "Maybe just a few minutes," he heard himself whisper.