Quick Tease

You did your best not to collapse in a fit of giggles as Denzel's head swiveled to look at the intruder in his dorm room. You'd snuck into there and you stood behind him in your black lingerie for a few breaths. His nose had started twitching. The perfume you were wearing probably made him wonder if he was having a stroke.

The look on his shocked face was hilarious, and you were quite proud that you'd managed to keep a pout on your face.

"Is this your cure for heartbreak? MOBA-games and hentai waifus?" You say, gesturing to a wallpaper on his screen with some pinup art of one of the champions in one of these games. "You should be swiping right on all the bitches you can find, not sitting in here jerking your meat to paintings."

"Who the fuck are you?" Denzel say as he stands up and gives you a long look, flustered.

Wow, he's pretty tall now. And he's looking at you in a different way than before that you don't mind.

"We've met before," you say, putting your hands on your hips and arching your back with a smirk.

"Bullshit," He said as he glanced at the open door. "I'd remember someone looking like you if we've met before. but you look... familiar. Are you related to Michael?"

"In a way..." you say as you find yourself enjoying the attention of his scrutinizing eyes.

"Are you a sister or cousin or something?" Denzel asked as he got a bit closer and lowered his voice. "You know, if Michael asked you to dress in underwear and go in to get a reaction out of his roommate, I'd say he's got a a very manipulative and problematic relationship with you."

"Aw, how empathetic of you Denzel," you say and giggle for a moment. "It's okay, I came in here on my own volition to pull your chain for a little while."

"Well, consider my chain pulled," he said in an impatient tone. "I give up. Who are you and why are you in my room?"

"Fine, I'll tell you," you say as you wave a hand of resignation in front of your face and turn around towards the door. "But it'll be easier to explain from the bathroom," you say as you begin moving out, heels clacking on the floor, expertly avoiding dirty laundry and minor litter on Denzel's floor.

"What the fuck happened in here?" Denzel asks you as he leans through the bathroom door. The room was cleaner and brighter than before and filled with more feminine products and inventory.

"I accidentally turned Michael's stuff into girl stuff," you said as you picked up a hairbrush for somatic support. "When I accidentally changed myself into a girl with a Yellow Zone item."

Denzel froze for a second as he gave you another look over, once again slightly confused. He was cute but he seemed a bit slow to you now. Not that that necessary was a bad thing. "You're Michael?"

"Bingo!" you say and giggle as you do a small twirl. "Michael on paper, though I supposed I'm more of a Mica right now."

"Well shit, are you safe? Was this voluntary?"

"If by safe you mean non-contagious, I'd say yes. Voluntary... well, it happened by accident, so now I'm just making the best of it."

"Is it permanent? what sort of thing are we talking about?"

You make a grimace before answering "Normally it would just last an hour... but I chose some more advanced options on the thing," you say as you turn around and pick up the artifact. "It's a sort of smart phone that changes things it snaps pictures of..." you say as you turn back towards Denzel... realizing he was no longer in the door or in sight.

"...So it's not permanent, but it is random?" Denzel say from out of sight in the hallway.

You giggled and moved over to the bathroom door, poking your head out. "There's like three alternative filters, and those filters have modifiers picked at random. I accidentally activated the 'Bratty Bunny' filter and got a longer duration that expected."

"So because of that, you're stuck as a woman for a week," Denzel stated, his back leaning against the wall next to the door. "That's going to be hard for you to explain at thanksgiving."

"Right?" you say as you brighten up a little at Denzel picking up and understanding your problems. "I think I can make people not think that strange if I apply another snap, but I'll probably be stuck like this permanently if I do that. Also," you say as you move over to your dorm room door and open it. "None of my old stuff has changed, so I'm sort of stuck without any clothes beyond the stuff I have in the bathroom."

"Hmm, you got yourself quite the pickle here," Denzel said, scratching his chin. "Skip thanksgiving and hope you can avoid notice for a week, or just go further and get it undone once you're near a Yellow Zone. Avoiding notice is probably important too, if you want to avoid the authorities or sympathizers."

"True," you said in agreement. Authorities meant zonophobics who were eager to punish curious people who've done something they weren't technically allowed to do outside of yellow zones, sympathisers were people willing to snitch. Denzel might be a bit of a nerd wallowing in his current celibacy, but you had bet he would find this sort of illicit tech interesting.

And if he didn't, you were pretty sure you could convince him to be sympathetic for a week.

"So, what do you think I should do?" you ask him, looking up and catching his gaze.