Nothing special, but Liz makes an appearance

As you round a corner you see a familiar blonde figure in front of the building. Elizabeth is leaning against a lantern-post keeping an eye on the entrance. As you come closer you see her push herself off and take a step towards the door only to reconsider and go back to leaning against the post. It doesn’t take you long to figure out what is probably going on.

It has been almost three days since she last saw you, which is about the longest the lovespell will allow her to stay away from you. So she came to look for you in class …. before having second thoughts when it came to the last step.

As you get closer you slow your steps to take in her appearance, compared to the slightly disheveled look she had last time you saw her.

Her hair is in a ponytail now. And not the kind Kate used when she wanted her hair out of the way, with all the hair gathered at the nape of the neck with a scrunchie. This one is gathered at the back of her head so it swayed along her back whenever Elizabeth moves her head, and tied off with a red ribbon that compliments her reddish-gold locks.

The other big change you can see from behind is the skirt falling down to her shins. It’s a pretty loose design, blue with a few red stripes for decoration. Despite its length and loose fit she keeps tugging at it every now and then, as if worried something might be exposed. Seems Toby still needs some time to get used to something so breezy, you think with a smile.

Sneakers and some kind of shirt complete her attire, but those aren’t especially noteworthy from the back.

Elizabeth pushes herself off the post again to head for the entrance when you are just a dozen or so paces away, and this time she makes it a whole five paces before stopping, muttering something under her breath and turning back – just as you were debating whether or not to call out to her.

It takes her a moment to notice you standing there, and her first reaction is to raise the arms protectively hugging her chest, another inch. Then her eyes meet yours and her nervousness melts away into an elated smile as she hurries towards you.

Her arms open as she jogs towards you and for a moment it looks like she is about to tackle-hug you. You can see the moment where she realises what she is about to do, and the brief look of panic before she manages to skid to a halt in front of you. She gives you a small flustered wave instead “Hi there.” trying to sound casual, but her tone still speaks volumes how much she wanted to see you.

“Hi.” You reply, wondering how your second meeting will go, now that Elizabeth had time to process her situation.

“Would you… would you mind talking for a bit?” she asks, giving you an expectant look.

She leans forward slightly as she waits your answer, and your eyes dips down from her face to the open collar of ….is it called a polo-shirt for women too? Or would it be a blouse?....

Whatever it is called, her boobs had been eye-catching even in an ill-fitting mans shirt, but wearing a snuggly fitting shirt like that they are nothing short of spectacular! Especially with the top two buttons undone to display a bit of cleavage. The last button is visibly straining against a chest that is a size or two larger than the manufacturer anticipated.

Elizabeth must have noticed your glance because even as your eyes come back up, hers dip down for a moment before she straightens.

“Sure. What did you want to talk about?” as you answer, Elizabeth’s arms come back up as if to cover her chest again, but at the last moment she folds them below her breasts, accentuating her cleavage even more instead.

“Well.” She gives you an awkward smile. “After what happened I spent the entire last three days thinking about doing you.” Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes what she just said and the blonde hastily amends that to “ ….to do about you! What to do ABOUT you. Which includes inviting you in for a coffee and then suddenly throwing you out of the apartment.” She admits with a nervous chuckle “For which I probably owe you an explanation. And an apology. But err…” she gives the lecture hall behind her a short glance “classes are going to end soon. So do you mind if we go somewhere else? People have been giving me weird looks all day.”

“Sure.” You nod. “Where do you want to go?”

“Great!” Elizabeth gives you a relieved smile “We can probably snag a quiet corner at the local Starbucks if we hurry. My treat.”

“Sounds good.” The two of you set off towards the edge of campus. You have made it half of the way, by the time lectures end and the buildings start disgorging students hurrying towards their next classes or finally getting to enjoy some free time. You feel a soft hand take yours as Cathrine picks up the pace a bit. She is apparently oblivious that she was doing so, as she hurried towards the relative privacy of the coffeeshop, dragging you along.

It wasn’t until you arrived at the coffee-shop that she hastily let go of your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to….” There was a short pause, and when she continued she sounded a lot less nervous “...drag you along like that. I was just worried we might be too late to get a god seat.” she explains with a slight chuckle and rueful smile. Toby did the same thing, sometimes his old nervous self would peek through and he’d visibly shift back into the confident smooth talker that had charmed your sister.

“I don’t really mind being dragged around by a cute girl once in a while.” You assure her, as you head inside. You had hoped to see her get flustered at being called a cute girl, but instead it causes her smile to brighten a bit as she asks with more than a hint of eagerness “You think I am cute?” before you can answer her smile becomes a cocky grin as she continues “Of course you do! I am amazing after all. Hehe.”

Yep, the last time you met, Toby was confused and off balance, but from here on out it you will have to work a lot harder to reduce her to a blushing, flustered mess. Not that you mind. Especially if she’ll be puffing out her chest like that, every time she tries to project confidence.

“That you are.” You agree, as the two of you join the (luckily short) queue before the counter. “So, how have you been the past few days?”

She waggles a hand “Hectic. A few things happened that kept me quite busy. It’s why I didn’t look for you sooner. I’ll tell you all about it once we can sit down. How have you been yourself?”

“Pretty good.”

“That’s nice to hear.”

As you stand in line you can watch Elizabeth gradually become aware of the looks she is drawing. As a statuesque attractive blonde she’d be bound to attract some attention anyway, but with the horn jutting from her forehead and the lush mountains jutting from her chest there can’t be a single customer or clerk that didn’t stare at her at least a little bit. Or openly leer in case of two guys sitting at a table near the window.

The oni-girl does a good job, keeping up a confident front but you can still spot little signs that she still isn’t used to it. Most notably you can see her flinch a bit when the words ‘Tits’ drifts over from the table of the guys checking her out. And shortly after she casually crosses her arms across her chest again. But for the most part she seems intent on distracting herself by keeping up some light smalltalk with you.

She visibly relaxes when it is time to collect your coffees and you retreat to a small alcove in the back of the shop.

After another minute or two of smalltalk Elizabeth takes a deep breath and asks “I know this is a weird question, but: Do you believe in magic?”

You can’t help but smile a bit as you answer “As a matter of fact I do.”

“Really?”

“Sure. ” you are curious where this is going, so why not play along.

“Real magic I mean. Stuff that shouldn’t be scientifically possible.”

“I know I know. What are you getting at?”

She seems a bit taken aback by how easily you accepted that. Heh, if only she knew.

“Like …. Someone waking up …. With a horn? And nobody finding it strange in the slightest. I mean, people shouldn’t have horns. But nobody really cares.”

“So, you think your horn is magic?”

“Yes. “ she nods ” Why else would nobody care about it?”

“I’ve seen plenty of people stare at your horn.”

“Yeah, I wish guys were just staring at my horn.” she grumbles under her breath, before continuing in a louder voice “Anyway! Nobody is freaking out about it. I mean people shouldn’t have horns right? Right!?”

“Well it could be some rare gene thing.” You offer “There are some people who a born with a tail too.”

“These people are born with a tail because there are some unused monkey-genes that are usually ignored. But there shouldn’t be any genes for a single horn in the middle of your forehead. And anyway I didn’t have this thing last week! I woke up with it after messing around with a magic spell. The morning when you found me. ”

“So you found a spell for growing horns? ”

“No it wasn’t supposed to do that. And the horn isn’t the only thing that changed. I didn’t use to be ..this. All this. I wasn’t Elizabeth. But I’m physically incapable of telling you anything other than that I am a eighteen year old girl named Liz. But we actually met before. I can prove it too. It took me some time to figure it out, but the spell doesn’t keep me from talking about stuff Liz wouldn’t know. ”

Dang it! Once again one of your projects does something you didn’t predict. This is starting to get a bit annoying.

Ah well…. “Telephone for sleeping Beauty.”

At once Elizabeth, relaxes and closes her mouth again. Regarding you with glassy eyes instead of launching into an excited explanation as she had been about to do.

After collecting your thoughts for a moment you tell her “ When you come out of your trance it will occur to you that I might not want to date you if I find out you are supposed to be a man. Or -even worse- the man who made my sister cry. You probably already have other reasons for not wanting to tell me too, but that worry will always have you chicken out of revealing that you used to be a guy when push comes to shove. ”

Which takes care of that problem. But you are getting a bit annoyed with people finding loopholes, so maybe you should take the opportunity to mess with Elizabeth a bit more?