Alice

“I'll call…” I take note of the text hovering over Alice: when did she hit level two?

She dials, and there's an immediate answer, “Dispatch, Ms. Information speaking, how can I help you?” Yes, I'm listening to a phone call from across the room, because I can.

“Hi, this is Detective Alice Silver, I have a task both sensitive and urgent, and need someone I can trust. Where's Officer Barry Cade?”

“Stuck in Mexico, a little passport trouble,” the voice replies.

“Pity about his vacation, then, he needed one…. what about Annie Versary?”

“Her water broke fifteen minutes ago, she's at the hospital.”

“Send her my congratulations when she's back… Candy Barr?”

“Dentist's, having oral surgery.”

“She always did have a sweet tooth. Amanda Huginkiss?”

“Eloped, sent in her resignation from her Honeymoon in Vegas.”

“She was a gamble anyway… Wanda Lust?”

“In Spain hitting the Picos de Europa.”

“She always liked to travel. Teresa Green?”

“Golfing a few hours from here.”

“She always liked a good drive… Anita Mann?”

“Fired yesterday, along with her supervisor, because it turns out she's a screamer, and the copy room doesn't have any sound insulation.”

“I hope they land okay. Well…” Alice takes a breath, “Thank you. I'll need to figure something else out, then.”

“Sorry I couldn't be of any help.”

Alice disconnects, and considers, licks her lips, “Well… no help for it, then…” and starts walking towards me, shucking her shirt as she goes.

“Nobody's had a second dose before, we don't know…” I begin to object.

“Someone's going to be first,” she puts a finger over my mouth, “let me take care of you.” She follows her finger with her lips, and that does shut me up: It feels so good to have a beautiful woman kissing me. She lifts my shirt as she does… and I don't resist as she switches to seeking a spout, placing her lips and sucking. This body SO rewards compliance…

I'm feeling better in more ways than one when she's done… and my lady falls asleep in my arms. At least I'm strong this time… I pick her up and carry her to bed, laying down beside her and just watching her breathe… which turns into wonder as she grows wings. White, feathered, wings, growing out of her back… and they're not magic. After an hour, they stop growing, each easily five or ten feet in length… and there's an update to Alice's text. It's now “Det. A. Silver, Lvl 2 Arcanist(Sph.), Lvl 2 Armorist(Martial), Half-Celstial” - spread across four lines.

I take some time and go through her sheet… okay, yep, she’s now an Outsider(Native, Augmented[Humanoid])...which also grants full martial weapon proficiency. Martial Armorist gets her a martial tradition… well, she's never going to need to worry about being unarmed or running out of ammo. Getting shot at, though… comes with Damage Reduction… hmm….

I take a bit to really look at her. The wings connect to her back, and are solid all the way down to her butt: She's going to have issues with shirts in her natural form. She's largely human, save for the wings. Her skin cleared up, and looks a little too perfect… still, nobody's going to mistake her for a wild animal. An alien? Maybe. An animal? No.

When she opens her eyes I find another change: She has golden irises and slit pupils, giving away her no-longer human nature. “Oh, that felt good…” she licks her lips, eyes drifting down to this body's chest, “...I'm ready for another round.”

“You might want to check out a mirror first,” I cringe, “Or just look behind you. You've changed physically.”

She sits up and stretches, her wings going from one side of the room to the other. She pauses when they connect with the walls, and looks at them, “Oh… that's not so bad. I can think of much worse things than being a literal angel.”

“How are you so calm? Have you seen your eyes?” I blink a few times.

“Obviously not,” she rolls the body part under discussion, “but I can, where's my phone…” she glances around.

“In the living room where we started,” as is mine. “The bathroom mirror is closer.”

“Ah, right…” she gets up, unconcerned by her uncovered, swaying chest, and takes a look. “Ooh pretty.”

“Aren't you concerned about showing up for work looking like someone else?” She is way too calm about this.

“Oh, not really,” she shrugs.

I follow her in through the open door of the bathroom, and see both a beautiful topless angel and an over-exaggerated black whore next to her in the mirror, Oh, wait… “Why?”

“Well…” she focuses a moment, and uses the base option of Many Forms to change her eyes back, “ah, the base version can't do wings? All right…” she focuses again, and looks like her old self. “That's why.”

“You sure you're going to be able to keep that up full time?” Okay, maybe I'm stretching.

“The basic appearance change doesn't even cost that. I can look like I'm in costume for free just by folding my wings and fixing my eyes.” She chuckles and switches to that, “for the full set, each use lasts something like two hours, I have a lot, and I get back one per hour anyway. I can keep it up as long as I'm awake with just an hourly chime on a watch.”

“And on a stakeout?” I cringe.

“Adam can know, and besides…” she focuses, and her wings switch to being furry, and she wraps them around herself like a cloak, “...you've taught me plenty. If I get clever with the cosmetic clause, nobody can tell.”

“I nod, “Okay. But… let's not let this get too far? I don't want you to lose yourself.”

“Oh, relax, I'm fine….”